| Do you feel that the public has insulted your art?
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| Uh, no
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| Why not?
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| Uh, well, I hadn’t thought about it
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| It doesn’t bother you at all then?
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| Uh, No
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| Well, do you think they’re showing a lack of appreciation for what pop art
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| means?
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| Uh, no
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| Andy, do you think that pop art has sorta reached the point where its becoming
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| repetitious now?
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| Uh, yes
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| Do you think it should break away from being pop art?
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| Uh, no
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| Are you just going to carry on?
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| Uh, yes
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| The 1st MauSe to write soundtracks for your eyes
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| Spray can on the ground, that’s my supply
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| From an era where you found crack all the time
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| Fiends gotta buy they child back for a dollar sign
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| Ha, They sold kids for a dope binge
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| Family tree branch broken, no timbs
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| Most men, made girls sell they own skin
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| I chose pens, a street artist who wrote gems
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| Gold rims on the 89 bm dub
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| A-Team on the screen, Mr. T was thug
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| 18 with a dream, no sleeping drug
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| Lemme tell ya, lemme tell ya what I’m dreaming of
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| Gallery space
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| Walls get removed from the palette’s I make
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| Lost in a groove of reality, wait!
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| Its for ya eye balls
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| I’m from New york son, thought I remind yall
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| I’m from the era of Hulk Hogan & Crack
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| I’m from the era of Hulk Hogan & Crack
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| I’m from the era of Hulk Hogan & Crack
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| Hulk Hogan & Crack, Hulk Hogan & Crack
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| I’m from the era of Hulk Hogan & Crack
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| I’m from the era of Hulk Hogan & Crack
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| I’m from the era of Hulk Hogan & Crack
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| Hulk Hogan & Crack, Hulk Hogan & Crack
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| Polo got boosted out of every store
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| Train cars had a mural on every door
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| I had one rope chain I was very poor
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| But dudes in the dope game gave me many more
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| Guy named Mike Tyson gotta fast right
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| My cash tight, ducking guard with their flashlights
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| My tape popped in my walk-man, that’s twice
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| I seen a virgin last night, hit a glass pipe
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| (Shutters)
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| It took her brain off
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| Chopped the top of my can, had a spray off
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| Came off with my fire like I was laid off
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| Lemme tell ya, lemme tell ya how I made off
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| Sneakers tied tight
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| Ink from the question mark dripped on my Nike’s
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| Security guards tried to stop my bike
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| No hope for em
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| Kicked his ass in his leg and I broke on em
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| I looked up to Dwight Gooden as a Mets fan
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| Parties at the Mudd Club was the best, man
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| Juan Dubose Dj’ing the best jams
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| I was telling Kenny Scharf bout my next plan
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| It was tighter than a Jake The Snake head lock
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| And I was higher than a Hulk Hogan leg drop
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| Catch me at the pop shop with the best top
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| Art is life, let the rest watch
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| MauSe
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| Once I left home, ya know, I started doing all that drinking and throwing
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| bottles and all that kinda stuff
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| Yea, And uh, And drawing on the streets?
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| Yea
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| For all my hulk-a-maniacs, that have stuck with me through the thick and thin,
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| trained, said their prayers and eat your vitamins, be a survivor man.
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| Don’t smoke its a joke! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hulk Hogan & Crack , by - Mickey Factz. Song from the album Mickey MauSe, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп