Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Arts (Avant Garde), artist - Mickey Factz. Album song Mickey MauSe, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 25.02.2016
Record label: Museum Mick
Song language: English
The Arts (Avant Garde) |
MauSe Painting on the ceiling |
Drips on the floor |
In the Met life building |
My life met more |
Had an Auction out in Paris |
Highest bidder yelled out |
«A million for the canvas!» |
He put it in his palace |
Bronx kid cut school never seen a campus |
But I spoke to the masses in all the art classes |
Different pairs of glasses that I always had to try on |
My Converse had dye on, that dried on |
Put my Levi’s on, marked with Kryon |
Roses for john Lennon, me and my friends cried on |
Icons that write songs, I call em poised |
We took Polaroids, with photo toys, overjoyed |
Told the clones go home they were null & void |
Kids followed my slick motto’s |
Pictures of thin models, central park lunch was McDonald’s |
Big Mac’s a buck 50, straws in thin bottles |
Coca Cola logo’s, interned for Andy |
Used to get him chalk in Bensonhurst from Sammie |
We was a small family |
Gave me advice, when I was antsy |
Later on used to call em granny |
Inanimate objects, made accurate concepts |
Pops kicked me out so I abandoned the projects |
Train yard bombing, all day, gloss spray |
Snuck to see Wild Style up on Broadway |
Slept next to bums, ink of my fingers |
The stink used to linger |
A lil more paper got a mink for my diva |
I think like a dreamer |
Factory living, I silk screened Mona Lisa |
The Arts!!! |
I write words, in ciphers on night curbs |
They call me MauSe, the mice heard my life burned |
A bright nerd who liked girls with nice curves |
Loved magic johnson, Warhol? |
He liked bird |
Cover of New Yorker, article in The Times |
Exhibit at the Met, drawing out a design |
Big Daddy Kane had fame, I left trains |
Started flying overseas, I was bombing on the planes |
Keith Haring would be proud of me |
I Took the martin king photo, drew a question on the balcony |
Paint marks on my gear I was art fresh |
Boom box radio, red alert he was on next |
Aww yes |
I’m from an era where we saw Vietnam vets |
& Funk Flex ain’t even buy his bombs yet |
Cop a painting for your living room wall specs |
Then sit in front of it, elbows on arm rests |
I used to not have a can to pee |
But I just painted vanity, for a gallery in a canopy |
Now would you call that vanity? |
Moment of clarity |
Glitter on top of women’s anatomy |
With Question marks on the top of they breasts |
Then put the MauSe on top of her tit, shit! |
Nicca I’m fly I’m on top of my shit |
No… I’m fly on top of my shit… |
From 83 to 89 I made it mine |
& Spray my sign in a dark alley to make it shine |
Full beard, dark shades, I pray to god |
Contemporary, I’m Van Gogh with crazy drive |
Crack pipes in the streets was like flower beds |
Fiends sold they shower heads for coke powder kid |
Homies who got felony’s applaud me |
Coming soon, I’m telling you my story |
MauSe |