Van Gogh lyrics

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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 fuckin` up, nephew



Extraterrestrial poet, my pen stroke is grotesque

Rugged nigga, abrasive to any fo`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 droppin` satanic degrees

Long time no see chico, still eatin` pussy at the Nico? (ha haaa)

I`m screamin` "Power to the people"

Most times, genius is misunderstood, but understand

You stand under unstable tables of foundation

My true occupation, dissemination of information

Usin` both sides of the brain, and I ain`t complacent

Complain when I speak, fuck Priority Records

Like Prince, I`m writin` "slave" on my cheek, cause my kids gotta eat

Meanwhile A&R`s sniffin` coke, gettin` kickbacks, fuck that

My written`s like Christ wit 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



[Hook]

I`m Van Gogh, Van Gog

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 wit Violet Brown and ebony cats

Down wit 65 niggaz packin` 70 gats

I`m down wit Shinehead, Big Gipp, Goodie M-O-B

My nigga Twista, Killah Priest, and Pimp C

From UGK, Do Or Die, AK

Qwest the Mad 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 riffin`

Thugged out without Bloodin` or Crippin`, till the needle start skippin`

The cut fuck your hairline up like Scott Pippen

Huh, hopin` the dummies stop frontin`

I`m like Illmatic, meets the Good Will Huntin`

Vocal innovator, be equal to or greater

Givin` 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

Chrishna of India was Black, Quexalcote of Mexico, Black

Buddha was Black, actual facts

But niggaz only wanna know about money, pussy, and crack

I practiced building this strong rap track, and that`s that

Phat rap, y`all keepin` it real, well that`s wack

My rap snap torso, and crack back

Doin` this, that and the third

Givin` you my ear like Van Gogh, nigga, ya heard

Went to New York state, pushin` rhymes like weight

And watch some of these rap niggaz hate (what in the homo)

But its all love, Ice Cube did it, 2pac did it

And no matter what, I`ma die shittin`, motherfucker

Josh Petell wrote *"The Disenchanted Hero"*

Hell no



[Hook]

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?



[DJ Khalil]

Damn, Ras



[Ras Kass]

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 keepin` 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