Hol’Up I’m About to Paint 🎨! (Remastered)

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Hol Up; I’m About to Paint!

[Spoken Word Intro]
Look at this canvas—empty, yet ready to bloom,
Colors untouched, but you can feel the muse in the room.
Before the brush even meets it, intention paints a story,
Not just in strokes, but in life, in moments that were gory.
What does it mean to fill a void, to splash light on black,
To find a vision that’s buried deep, and bring it all back?
Hol up—these colors ain’t just shades, they’re echoes of our pain,
The brilliance that shines only through thunder and rain.
This canvas? It’s me, it’s you—hold still, ’cause I’m about to paint.

[Hook/Refrain]
Hol up; I’m about to paint!
With my lyrical brush, I swirl colors that ain’t faint.
Every stroke got that glow, every line gon’ elevate,
Step back, watch me shape the recreate, the vibe, I create 
Hol up; I’m about to paint!
The canvas ain’t blank, my words smear and annotate.
Neon scenes through the flows, I sculpt visions that resonate,
Watch it drip, watch it blend—ain’t no limits I won’t penetrate.

[Verse 1 - Rap]
Raised in the chaos, shadows carvin’ paths inside,
I took every broken piece, every flaw, made ‘em collide.
Charcoal memories, painted over pain in neon hues,
Rough edges smoothed out, but kept the texture of the bruise.
I got Picasso in my spirit, every line an honest cut,
Words flow from all the moments I refused to give up.
This ain’t just spittin’ bars—it’s turning truth into the light,
Colors movin’ in directions unseen till now, ignite.
I draw like Van Gogh’s nights—emotions swirl in shades,
Madness intertwined with brilliance, pullin’ beauty from charades.

[Zesty Bridge]
Every hue got a story—every stroke a truth untold,
In the dark, there’s a brilliance that only pressure unfolds.
The vibrant clash of colors on the canvas of my mind,
Ain’t no boundaries to the picture, it’s alive and undefined.
The beat drops, then the splash—moment of chaos turned gold,
Every fragment has a purpose, every rhythm’s uncontrolled.

[Verse 2 - Rap]
Hol up, feel the rise, as the colors hit the mix,
Like I’m pourin’ gasoline on these verbs, watch ’em twist.
Gritty, raw, electric paint—soul dipped in vivid tones,
The gallery is my life, watch me build from broken bones.
Family tension in the kitchen, love painted with restraint,
These holidays are abstract, but still I love the paint.
So I layer up the vibe, every hurt got a hue,
These canvases show truths no Instagram could ever view.
Watch me, as I carve out strokes with words that elevate,
Turn the heat up, watch it spill, I’m carving paths through fate.

[Hook/Refrain]
Hol up; I’m about to paint!
Canvases catch fire when I spit, that ain’t no complaint.
This gallery of energy got all my people feelin’ saint,
Impressions in your mind gotcha entranced—you can’t escape.
Hol up; I’m about to paint!
A thousand shades of passion, ain’t a single one of them quaint.
Every verse a new dimension, every rhyme a path to fate,
Step in, be part of the portrait—ain’t no silence in my state.

[(Improv a Poetic End)]

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Hol Up; I’m About to Paint! [Spoken Word Intro] Look at this canvas—empty, yet ready to bloom, Colors untouched, but you can feel the muse in the room. Before the brush even meets it, intention paints a story, Not just in strokes, but in life, in moments that were gory. What does it mean to fill a void, to splash light on black, To find a vision that’s buried deep, and bring it all back? Hol up—these colors ain’t just shades, they’re echoes of our pain, The brilliance that shines only through thunder and rain. This canvas? It’s me, it’s you—hold still, ’cause I’m about to paint. [Hook/Refrain] Hol up; I’m about to paint! With my lyrical brush, I swirl colors that ain’t faint. Every stroke got that glow, every line gon’ elevate, Step back, watch me shape the recreate, the vibe, I create Hol up; I’m about to paint! The canvas ain’t blank, my words smear and annotate. Neon scenes through the flows, I sculpt visions that resonate, Watch it drip, watch it blend—ain’t no limits I won’t penetrate. [Verse 1 - Rap] Raised in the chaos, shadows carvin’ paths inside, I took every broken piece, every flaw, made ‘em collide. Charcoal memories, painted over pain in neon hues, Rough edges smoothed out, but kept the texture of the bruise. I got Picasso in my spirit, every line an honest cut, Words flow from all the moments I refused to give up. This ain’t just spittin’ bars—it’s turning truth into the light, Colors movin’ in directions unseen till now, ignite. I draw like Van Gogh’s nights—emotions swirl in shades, Madness intertwined with brilliance, pullin’ beauty from charades. [Zesty Bridge] Every hue got a story—every stroke a truth untold, In the dark, there’s a brilliance that only pressure unfolds. The vibrant clash of colors on the canvas of my mind, Ain’t no boundaries to the picture, it’s alive and undefined. The beat drops, then the splash—moment of chaos turned gold, Every fragment has a purpose, every rhythm’s uncontrolled. [Verse 2 - Rap] Hol up, feel the rise, as the colors hit the mix, Like I’m pourin’ gasoline on these verbs, watch ’em twist. Gritty, raw, electric paint—soul dipped in vivid tones, The gallery is my life, watch me build from broken bones. Family tension in the kitchen, love painted with restraint, These holidays are abstract, but still I love the paint. So I layer up the vibe, every hurt got a hue, These canvases show truths no Instagram could ever view. Watch me, as I carve out strokes with words that elevate, Turn the heat up, watch it spill, I’m carving paths through fate. [Hook/Refrain] Hol up; I’m about to paint! Canvases catch fire when I spit, that ain’t no complaint. This gallery of energy got all my people feelin’ saint, Impressions in your mind gotcha entranced—you can’t escape. Hol up; I’m about to paint! A thousand shades of passion, ain’t a single one of them quaint. Every verse a new dimension, every rhyme a path to fate, Step in, be part of the portrait—ain’t no silence in my state. [(Improv a Poetic End)]

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