Mickey Factz - MauSe: An American Tale lyrics

[Verse 1] MauSe.. New decade, hoping the 90s pop Listening to Aerosmith, Meat Loaf, 90s rock Q-Tip and drivers hot, going to the vinyl shop Parties at the Mud Club, buckets full of private stock Pa**port got paint marks stamped in 8 parts, auctioneers raising their hands asking what frames cost Just left Spain with dames the plane take off, had her more naked for days now that's great art, simple Wiped off my smock with some tissue, phone call issues trying to dial out to Bristol Blek le rat waiting for MauSe it's official, looking out the jet window waiting for the intro Das EFX playing in my discman, stepped off the cessna looking like a rich man 5 years ago I was sleeping on the bench man, sort of like a 6th man Now I'm in London with a big plan Andy just pa**ed I'm trying to do collabs So the MauSe and the rat working together is rad Been scratching on my skin so my body had a rash I ignored it, even though I knew sh** was bad Sat down with Blek, he was already great Told a story with the paint, it was sort of like fate Had the Jordans kind of late because I bought em at a rate that was cheap But my man said he holding me some 8s, and I just got the 7s, and the 9-1 Used the stencil like a gun, never ended out run Before I got done, Blek told me about a kid Who was just coming up, he was something like a wiz He was running around London showing people what he did Nobody knew his name he was hiding from the fame Blek said he needed guidance so I'm trying to giving him game Question MauSe inspired, it was fire to the flame Turned to a mentor, that's what a friends for Gave him my beeper number, knowing that it meant more Got to America, started having s** more Supersonic jersey, same one Shawn Kemp wore Valentines day, 9-2, cuticle chewing, Keith was was hospitalized according to Julie Gruen I knew he had AIDS, that sh** could ruin a human I was crying uncontrollably at the funeral viewing Spots on my body popping up at of nowhere Still ducking my doctor I'm not trying to go there Treating everyday like I don't care, no fear Finally showed up to the doctors office with no hair, weaken Acrylic on my hand was distinguished Had trouble breathing with a scalp full of lesions Cup full of alcohol, house full of demons Nose full of c**aine, couch full of divas Stepping on canvases, covered up the marks on my body with my bandages, indulging in cannabis Medics knew me by my first name in the ambulance Thinking about suicide, far away from happiness Bald headed, no beard counting euros Temporarily artist still churning out murals Painting questions marks in colors that looked floral Questioning societies morals, pill popping, still rocking this would work for Phil Collins Sk**s sharpened, had my face on the milk carton Beeper went off, it was from that kid Robin I'ma leave my legacy around him MauSe...