Mickey Factz - The Arts (Avant Garde) lyrics

[Thoughts from MauSe] Question... MauSe [Verse 1] MauSe Painting on the ceiling Drips on the floor In the Met life building My life met more Had an Auction out in Paris Highest bidder yelled out "A million for the canvas!" He put it in his palace Bronx kid cut school never seen a campus But I spoke to the ma**es in all the art cla**es Different pairs of gla**es that I always had to try on My Converse had dye on, that dried on Put my Levi's on, marked with Kryon Roses for john Lennon, me and my friends cried on Icons that write songs, I call em poised We took Polaroids, with photo toys, overjoyed Told the clones go home they were null & void Kids followed my slick motto's Pictures of thin models, central park lunch was McDonald's Big Mac's a buck 50, straws in thin bottles Coca Cola logo's, interned for Andy Used to get him chalk in Bensonhurst from Sammie We was a small family Gave me advice, when I was antsy Later on used to call em granny Inanimate objects, made accurate concepts Pops kicked me out so I abandoned the projects Train yard bombing, all day, gloss spray Snuck to see Wild Style up on Broadway Slept next to bums, ink of my fingers The stink used to linger A lil more paper got a mink for my diva I think like a dreamer Factory living, I silk screened Mona Lisa The Arts!!! [Verse 2] I write words, in ciphers on night curbs They call me MauSe, the mice heard my life burned A bright nerd who liked girls with nice curves Loved magic johnson, Warhol? He liked bird Cover of New Yorker, article in The Times Exhibit at the Met, drawing out a design Big Daddy Kane had fame, I left trains Started flying overseas, I was bombing on the planes Keith Haring would be proud of me I Took the martin king photo, drew a question on the balcony Paint marks on my gear I was art fresh Boom box radio, red alert he was on next Aww yes I'm from an era where we saw Vietnam vets & Funk Flex ain't even buy his bombs yet Cop a painting for your living room wall specs Then sit in front of it, elbows on arm rests I used to not have a can to pee But I just painted vanity, for a gallery in a canopy Now would you call that vanity? Moment of clarity Glitter on top of women's anatomy With Question marks on the top of they breasts Then put the MauSe on top of her tit, sh**! Nicca I'm fly I'm on top of my sh** No... I'm fly on top of my sh**... From 83 to 89 I made it mine & Spray my sign in a dark alley to make it shine Full beard, dark shades, I pray to god Contemporary, I'm Van Gogh with crazy drive Crack pipes in the streets was like flower beds Fiends sold they shower heads for coke powder kid Homies who got felony's applaud me Coming soon, I'm telling you my story MauSe