[Intro]
"Picasso once said there are no child prodigies in painting
There may be in music, but not in painting"
"How old were you when you started painting?"
"I was 13 when I started
I got inspired to start painting when I drew my first piece
And saw that God had given me a talent
So, umm I knew when God gives you a talent, you should use it"
[Verse 1: The Alchemist]
Uh, no boundaries at all
I sketch, take ten steps, allow me to draw
My paintbrush dance on the canvas without a flaw
Big wolf live in a village made out of straw
I'm a known arson, fire marksmen, flaming target
Disappear in the dark, I'm fly like Aladdin's carpet
God willing, I'ma kill 'em, smoke drifting out the chillum
Guts spilling, medical requests I'ma fill 'em
It's the man you aren't
Bang on pots and pans til the jam gets started
The paper's riddled with little pellets, the pad's darted
Overflows over the limit, they can't guard it
I step off the cliff and blast off into orbit (I'm outta here)
And spark like a torch, the money fallin' out the orifice
No curriculum, that's par for the courses
Startin' the horses
Hand on the table right where the fork is
"Picasso once said there are no child prodigies in painting
There may be in music, but not in painting"
"How old were you when you started painting?"
"I was 13 when I started
I got inspired to start painting when I drew my first piece
And saw that God had given me a talent
So, umm I knew when God gives you a talent, you should use it"
[Verse 1: The Alchemist]
Uh, no boundaries at all
I sketch, take ten steps, allow me to draw
My paintbrush dance on the canvas without a flaw
Big wolf live in a village made out of straw
I'm a known arson, fire marksmen, flaming target
Disappear in the dark, I'm fly like Aladdin's carpet
God willing, I'ma kill 'em, smoke drifting out the chillum
Guts spilling, medical requests I'ma fill 'em
It's the man you aren't
Bang on pots and pans til the jam gets started
The paper's riddled with little pellets, the pad's darted
Overflows over the limit, they can't guard it
I step off the cliff and blast off into orbit (I'm outta here)
And spark like a torch, the money fallin' out the orifice
No curriculum, that's par for the courses
Startin' the horses
Hand on the table right where the fork is
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