| MauSe
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| Fumes from the paint can, slither through the night
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| Tunes from a waste land, visionary light
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| I’m giving people life from the mouth of a reaper
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| I’m like Malcolm the teacher, announced through the speaker
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| My father taught me that buying a house is procedure
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| And beds are a privilege when a couch cushions cheaper
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| Sleeping on the floor isn’t a doubtful procedure
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| When your dreams are the reality of doubt to receivers
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| Leaving my mark, in a literary state
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| On buildings and estates, no filters for my paint
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| I’m filming what I make
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| Dark clothes on, what I throw on, these pilgrims wanna hate
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| On the pillars that I make
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| A gathering for my comrades
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| Passionate what I forecast
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| Question marks on they forehead
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| Looking at me when they walk past
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| Outlaw throwing the law out
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| There’s an out-pour of what I thought out
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| Cops got me all sought out
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| Cause my work now get me more clout
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| Uh
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| Building my name up, never thought it get like this
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| Yall do the same stuff, yall ain’t see no shit like this
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| Remain humble through it all, man I don’t Bogart
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| Remember my past life and that helps me go so hard
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| Sleeping on benches, the stenches from the bums are so relentless
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| But so is my drive, my hearts an engine
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| Fuel, labored so long fingers that draw what I have viewed
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| My table is gone, eat on the floor while I chew
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| Young painter looking at the front pagers
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| The basquiats, the warhols, all the plush painters
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| Inspiration on a daily basis
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| I copped a can and went bombing like Hiroshima in train stations
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| Last name numerical
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| Question what I’m telling you
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| Ill question plus riddle you like Batman in the physical
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| Think about it, & keep it with you like a souvenir
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| And when you do come find me, ill be in Union Square
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| I think its a lot of people that are neglected in art, I don’t know because if
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| its too many of the paintings or what. |
| But um… I know black people are never
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| really portrayed realistically. |
| Or not even portrayed in modern art.
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| Its just um… Up for a change you know? |