[Intro]
Don't be you
Don't do what you do
But what you say
[Verse 1]
Man I seen this sleek graff piece of Japanese baby shadows
Blasted black back against the foundation of half cracked knees
How could the artist catch the perfect and exact beauty of the little faces
From 10,000 stacked feet, cynical laugh
Musta had mad reach, flash freeze frame, made efforts
Remembered to paint the faded jump rope froze in half leap
Man’s canvas masterpiece, banana ants and apathy
Hands danced to slash thick apple on this last patch of green
Fat squeeze the master painter heard the ground cry out black streaks
Deep ash piles of salmon pink and sweet corn yellow
Rusty red dragon stabbed across my sky so subtle
Greasy cobalt streaks from black squares, puddles of pear bubbles
Puncture holes double as burgundy moons over dim plum meadows
Mint stamped oasis and gray aphids of charcoal statistics
Scraping scarlet across mustard crust, maroon and hunter critics
Purple mistress circles of tin spin under burnt umber crimson
Instances of living under vivid lemon wings with quick orange flickers
Flash! Ripped the canvas in his mouth in his coarse grin full of slivers
To join the outer phoenix with the inner, seen it
Initialed with white warm splinters, scenic
Don't be you
Don't do what you do
But what you say
[Verse 1]
Man I seen this sleek graff piece of Japanese baby shadows
Blasted black back against the foundation of half cracked knees
How could the artist catch the perfect and exact beauty of the little faces
From 10,000 stacked feet, cynical laugh
Musta had mad reach, flash freeze frame, made efforts
Remembered to paint the faded jump rope froze in half leap
Man’s canvas masterpiece, banana ants and apathy
Hands danced to slash thick apple on this last patch of green
Fat squeeze the master painter heard the ground cry out black streaks
Deep ash piles of salmon pink and sweet corn yellow
Rusty red dragon stabbed across my sky so subtle
Greasy cobalt streaks from black squares, puddles of pear bubbles
Puncture holes double as burgundy moons over dim plum meadows
Mint stamped oasis and gray aphids of charcoal statistics
Scraping scarlet across mustard crust, maroon and hunter critics
Purple mistress circles of tin spin under burnt umber crimson
Instances of living under vivid lemon wings with quick orange flickers
Flash! Ripped the canvas in his mouth in his coarse grin full of slivers
To join the outer phoenix with the inner, seen it
Initialed with white warm splinters, scenic
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