Draw Something

[Intro]

"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

I got inspired to start painting when I drew my first piece

And saw that God had given me a talent

So, umm I knew when God gives you a talent, you should use it"

[Verse 1: The Alchemist]

Uh, no boundaries at all

I sketch, take ten steps, allow me to draw

My paintbrush dance on the canvas without a flaw

Big wolf live in a village made out of straw

I'm a known arson, fire marksmen, flaming target

Disappear in the dark, I'm fly like Aladdin's carpet

God willing, I'ma kill 'em, smoke drifting out the chillum

Guts spilling, medical requests I'ma fill 'em

It's the man you aren't

Bang on pots and pans til the jam gets started

The paper's riddled with little pellets, the pad's darted

Overflows over the limit, they can't guard it

I step off the cliff and blast off into orbit (I'm outta here)

And spark like a torch, the money fallin' out the orifice

No curriculum, that's par for the courses

Startin' the horses

Hand on the table right where the fork is

[Verse 2: Evidence]

Yo, we go off when we go on to get started

Funny how I'm typing 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 the whole slate clean, that's what I hear the most

The coast is clear from the clearest coast

A dreamer 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 a deck

Out the box, out the crews it flocks

Emcees are jumpin' out shoes, let 'em keep the socks

I got heart, and I exercise

There's no telling when I'll ever settle, so set a time in

[Verse 3: Oh No]

I keep a gallery of art, a storage full of the crates

I gotta art of masterpiece, Da Vinci's locked in the safe

I keep a place for the liquor on hold, take a shot of this

Shitty bottle while I could pose in an apocalypse

Mad cause I'm on my biz while they catchin' vapors

You're better off pulling the tree, tryna stretch paper

I draw threats like Marvel to the sketch paper

Risk-taker, suplex tracks and no neck breaker

Digital art, graduated from analogue

I got teachers framing my catalogue in the campus hall

Everything I draw is on some raw-raw, cat is raw

Like that is all, numbing your grill like it was Ambesol

Now, where the aerosal (shh), paint a picture

Then turn the cameras on and brush in another adventure

Fly overseas and make skrilla from these written scriptures

Rolling with the Step Brothers, draw somethin', niggas

[Outro]

"And as he continues to knock masterpieces like these out in just an hour

He'll soon be moving beyond this Northbrook art gallery

And on to bigger things

"It's finished"

"There's no education, no understanding of art history

Or of art movements, no intimidation

And here she is completely and utterly innocent

With an innocent eye, almost

Coming to a canvas"

"It's truly from inside"

"She's painting at a level that master's don't attain

For 30, 40, 50 years...and yet she's 10"