Letras
Um, Picasso once said there are no child prodigies in
Painting. There may be in music, but not in painting
How old were you when you started painting?
I was 13 when I started painting. I got inspired to start painting
When I did my first piece and I saw that God had given me a
Talent. So, I knew when God gives you a talent you should use it
Uh, no boundaries at all
I sketch, take ten steps, allow me to draw
My paintbrush dance on the canvas without a flaw (yeah)
Big wolves live in a village made out of straw
I'm a known arson, fire marksman, flame the target
Disappear in the dark, I'm fly like Aladdin's carpet
God willin', I'ma kill 'em, smoke driftin' out the chillum
Guts spillin', medical requests, I'ma fill 'em
It's the man you aren't
Bang on pots and pans 'til a jam get started
The paper's riddled with little pellets, the pad's darted
Overflows over the limit, they can't card it
I step off the cliff and blast off into orbit (outta here)
Pen spark like a torch, the money fallin' out the orifice
No curriculum, that's par for the courses, start the horses
Hand on the table right where the fork is
Yo, we go off when we go on to get started
Funny how I'm typin' just a little bit further
Or is it farther? I never could decipher
Consider me an author who wrote it at his highest
Games change, lanes change, same gang approaches
Watch the floor, hit the lights out, avoid the roaches
Wipe a whole slate clean, that's what I hear the most
The coast is clear from the clearest coast
A daydreamer does well under the rays of the sun
In the city that we dwell, it's like a ray from a gun
It's like a beam from an app, it's like an after effect
So if they pull a strap, it's like a jack in the deck
Out the box, out the crews and flocks
MCs are jumpin' out shoes, let 'em keep the socks
I got heart and I exercise it
There's no tellin' when I'll ever settle, so set a time and
I keep a gallery of art, a storage full of the crates