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Van Gogh

 

Van Gogh

(álbum: Van Gogh - 2001)


Ah, celebrate
Hahaha, yeah, ah
Vita Brevis, Ars Longa
Life is short, art is long
It's been a long time, I shouldn't of left you
But Priority Records be fucking up, nephew

Extraterrestrial poet, my pen stroke is grotesque
Rugged nigga, abrasive to any foe' flesh
So let's paint a thousand words worth a picture
Panoramic though, more esoteric than hieroglyphs and scriptures
And chemical mixtures, spit your's, not just kick words
Spit swords when we joust from the mouth dogg
Heard he got the hottest shit out, but Titanic emcees
Somehow manage to freeze
Fracture your flows so bandage your steez, no royalties
Subtract his mathematics like I was dropping satanic degrees
Long time no see chico, still eating pussy at the Nico? (ha haaa)
I'm screaming "Power to the people"
Most times, genius is misunderstood, but understand
You stand under unstable tables of foundation
My true occupation, dissemination of information
Using both sides of the brain, and I ain't complacent
Complain when I speak, fuck Priority Records
Like Prince, I'm writing "slave" on my cheek, cause my kids gotta eat
Meanwhile A&R's sniffing coke, getting kickbacks, fuck that
My written's like Christ with a cross on his back
I'll breathe a total Black experience on a track
What use to be hot was what a emcee said
Now Hip-Hop don't respect you unless you platinum or dead

I'm Van Gogh, Van Gogh
But you don't hear me though
You're too near me not to hear me
Clearly, cut off my ear severely
Van Gogh, Van Gogh, Van Gogh (yeah)
But you don't hear me though
You're too near me not to hear me
Clearly, cut off my ear severely

I'm down with Violet Brown and Ebony Cats
Down with 65 niggas packing 70 gats
I'm down with Shinehead, Big Gipp, Goodie M-O-B
My nigga Twista, Killah Priest, and Pimp C
From UGK, Do Or Die, AK
Kwest the Madd LaD, Wendy Day
I self lord am master art form, metaphors and furthermore
Verbal masterpiece to master war, then master more
Cause a real nigga known to flow rigor mortis to stiffen your riffing
Thugged out without Blooding or Cripping, till the needle start skipping
The cut fuck your hairline up like Scott Pippen
Huh, hoping the dummies stop fronting
I'm like Illmatic, meets the Good Will Hunting
Vocal innovator, be equal to or greater
Giving people levels to digest the data
Cause you can't teach algebra to first graders
I'll school a hustler, about the Sixteen Crucified Saviors
Khrishna of India was Black, Quetzalcoatl of Mexico, Black
Buddha was Black, actual facts
But niggas only wanna know about money, pussy, and crack
I practiced build and destroy on rap tracks, and that's that
Phat rap, y'all keeping it real, well that's wack
My rap snap torso, and crack back
Doing this, that and the third
Giving you my ear like Van Gogh, nigga, ya heard
Went to New York state, pushing rhymes like weight
And watch some of these rap niggas hate (what in the homo)
But its all love, Ice Cube did it, 2pac did it
And no matter what, I'mma die shitting, motherfucker
Josh Petell wrote *"The Disenchanted Hero"*
Hell no

I'm Van Gogh, Van Gogh
But you don't hear me though
You're too near me not to hear me
Clearly, cut off my ear severely
Van Gogh, Van Gogh, Van Gogh
But you don't hear me though
You're too near me not to hear me
Clearly, cut off my ear severely
Van Gogh, Van Gogh (yeah)
Cause really though, how I'm supposed to really blow
When you drop a album every 2 years and only shoot one video?

Damn, Ras

Man, Khalil, they ain't gon' never understand, but don't trip
These labels, these magazines, radio, video shows...
They just as groupie as the groupies
They just as guilty as the artists for not keeping this shit true
But hey, you gotta love it or leave it alone
An' I still love this ol' Hip-Hop shit
So just respect it when I get my championship ring, you know

feito

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