[Verse 1]
Now who you know leave the scene messier than canvases
By Jackson Pollock throwin multicolored thoughts at a rapid pace
I'll, make a mess you dissect it and make sense of it
Then get back to me, at your earliest convenience
Check my verbal sequence, as I texturize these tracks
Seven layers to be exact, eliminate the wack
With a firm brush stroke, I MC paintily
Lyricists begin crumblin, from my scumblin technique
As I tweak your audio and visual
Keep my drips minimal, messages subliminal
Cause me and rap go way back, we compliment
So together we enhance one another that's common sense
High intensity catches the eye, your jaw drops
Be a real critic, not explicit with false props
I keep my thoughts deep my lights bright, I'm very thorough
With my chiaroscuro inspiration sparkin the knife
Now watch me rock the spot like Basquiat, minus the heroin
And make my face popular like Andy did to Marilyn
It's kinda scary when, real art gets left behind
While they take bullshit, and start sellin it to blind folks
But, I remain humble
As long as Grayskul continues spinnin hot shit
On his twin twelve-hundred color wheels of steel
Fuck mass appeal, art is art
Only the real can truly feel it
So, open your eyes and listen, combine your ears with vision
Or do it cause you love it or for cash that's your decision
That's your decision, that's your decision
Now who you know leave the scene messier than canvases
By Jackson Pollock throwin multicolored thoughts at a rapid pace
I'll, make a mess you dissect it and make sense of it
Then get back to me, at your earliest convenience
Check my verbal sequence, as I texturize these tracks
Seven layers to be exact, eliminate the wack
With a firm brush stroke, I MC paintily
Lyricists begin crumblin, from my scumblin technique
As I tweak your audio and visual
Keep my drips minimal, messages subliminal
Cause me and rap go way back, we compliment
So together we enhance one another that's common sense
High intensity catches the eye, your jaw drops
Be a real critic, not explicit with false props
I keep my thoughts deep my lights bright, I'm very thorough
With my chiaroscuro inspiration sparkin the knife
Now watch me rock the spot like Basquiat, minus the heroin
And make my face popular like Andy did to Marilyn
It's kinda scary when, real art gets left behind
While they take bullshit, and start sellin it to blind folks
But, I remain humble
As long as Grayskul continues spinnin hot shit
On his twin twelve-hundred color wheels of steel
Fuck mass appeal, art is art
Only the real can truly feel it
So, open your eyes and listen, combine your ears with vision
Or do it cause you love it or for cash that's your decision
That's your decision, that's your decision
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