[funky groovy bass] [Verse] Ears ringing, serenading the pain Picture perfect, you could paint a better lane Young Picasso, baby, you Sistine Chapel, gotta Shit sounding like the source too. [Verse 2] Move keys like Ray Charles Making, living like Krayzie Bone Yall good, you waste my time You adults actin' like some babies, huh? yeah you know what i'm sayin [Verse 3] Brush strokes on canvas, each bar that I paint Raw expression, no pretense, just keeping it straight Sampling life like Premier with the MPC Every verse a self-portrait, that's how it's gotta be My flow's like Van Gogh, cutting through the night Stars swirling in patterns, making darkness bright East Coast rhythm got me speaking truth to power Each sixteen bars blooming like a midnight flower [Verse 4] Gallery walls can't contain what I create These rhymes break boundaries, that's just my escape From concrete gardens, grew roses through the cracks Every bar I write brings another memory back Like Basquiat with a mic, raw art in my veins Street knowledge and wisdom flowing through my brain Master of ceremonies, curator of dreams Painting pictures with words, that's what hip-hop means
