THE NEW BLXCK - Andy Warhol lyrics

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THE NEW BLXCK - Andy Warhol lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1: Moment] Hop off the boat looking so fresh Nothing the waves can throw stifles my progress Lose what you think you understand cause you could know less Sort out my issues with the man and let his soul rest The more grotesque, the deeper the thought process Just when you think you've heard it all my story ain't been told yet We're nothing like these mice rapping in the lab Wearing they're heart on their sleeve, this must be the new swag Cause where I'm from they show you no love And minds are sharp enough to split open your guts You eat the carca**, I'll have mine alive Your folks were hoping you survive so they must be hoping you're nuts Starting with the mind, conquer by dividing Hang my jacket on your spine, throw your heart to the swine Flipping the napkin to sit on my lap now give me the track to dine Look I'm a fat thing spelt with a pH sipping on alkaline As I await behind the blinds My train of thought travels to you patrons had your time Patience had it's time, slaving on the grind Shelf stacking, number crunching, the job pool is what I've sunk in No control over my functioning, in my room paper scrunching But chasing the surreal is what keeps my blood pumping If chasing is the thrill then I'm forever on your heels With something hard for the bludgeoning and the muzzles for the shrills I'm painting pictures with my scriptures... [Hook 2: Moment] Andy Warhol Andy Warhol Andy Warhol Andy Warhol Andy Warhol Andy Warhol [Verse 2: Emman] In the beginning was the word and the word became light The word was written on the page, the word became life It got good to me darg, I did it every night So this is way much more than excitement, gimmicks and the hype They try a**a**inate my character, tell them f*ggots stop it You sacrilegious pagans tried posing as the prophet I k** demons for sport and I'm coming for the rest And no one is exempt, n***a your gods might be next I was raised amongst Cains who were k**ing off the Abels Lucifer tried to tempt me, propositions on the table For fourty days and nights, I riddled him with fables Then relocated East where I was ministered to by Angels I don't know what they told him but my soul ain't for sale I do this for my fam and my bros down in jail n***as on the strip that's real and hope man prevails n***as who know nothing else than road, grams and scales I'm talking about the basics, talking about them bailiffs Talking about the everyday struggles n***as facing I'm talking about that .45 and how it gave a facelift Before the shooter took off man, something like a spaceship I'm talking about what's real like certain man in my bits Who never glorify this life on some fashionable tip Who obey the road commandments like "Carry Thy Stick" Cause they'd rather be judged by twelve than carried by six I paint pictures like Andy Warhol [Hook 2: Emman] I paint pictures like Andy Warhol d**h and Disaster n***a I paint pictures like Andy Warhol Andy Warhol I paint pictures like Andy Warhol Andy Warhol [Bridge: David Gyamfi] You ain't seen my struggles, all the battles that I've lost Highs and the floors, the skies and the falls, believe me I've been through it All the troubles in the world be weighing me down I promise I'll break 'em all then I'll paint a picture on the wall Andy Warhol [Hook 3: David Gyamfi] Andy Warhol Andy Warhol Andy Warhol Andy Warhol Andy Warhol