Mickey Factz - I Am Art lyrics

[Verse 1] I am living art, hang me up in your gallery No salary for these sounds from me Everybody know these sounds is free No paycheck when I spray text on a beat that sounds like straight s** And I lay my text with a latex, protect my flow with a great vest Bulletproofing my heart, cause your bullet flew at my art Bullet hole in my canvas, I'll paint around it I'll manage I'll make it work to my advantage, I'm a starving artist I'm famished Give me a sandwich and I'll spit you a verse in iambic pentameter They say I'm just an amateur, I ain't even got no manager But I plan to work and I plan to grind Phoenix God, so I plan to die The amazing story of a blaze of glory then I rise again and recreate the story I do this sh** for the art form, black god, dark lord You getting art on your body? My body is art The rap game so easy n***a I body this art I embody this art I am the start of a new generation of artists who know how to move information And I'm k**ing the game and k**ing myself like I don't give a f** bout my health [Chorus] I am not an artist anymore I became my art and now it's harder than before Harder than before Admire my work before somebody comes through and sets fire to my work X2 [Verse 2 Mickey Factz] It's Mickey! Black Apple! With Mause! Back in with my Ray-bans, a spray can Some paint and, dedication what I make and It's me, what's inside of that Question Mause outside the trap Where they hustle just to get a lot of stacks Cause they don't want to work where their father's at Like me, my fee, for my work on the wall is free Unless you wanna hang it in your house Then you call up Mause I'll turn into a beast That drop cloth what I drop off, don't fall for them knock-offs Dark Conversion up by Ross, red paint look like hot sauce I bleed it out, work to get here I breath it out Long road, that scenic route, I don't want to go where they need the clout Just keep me out the fumes from acrylic just be moving my spirit But these dudes try to mimic, I ain't used to the gimmicks, no way Question? Paint brush so laced up, okay! Question? I came up on the same stuff that I spray You see em? Nah, I ain't threw dreaming I am art, I'm a walking museum, Mause! [Chorus]