Ras Ka** - Van Gogh lyrics

Ah, celebrate Hahaha, yeah, ah Vita Brevis, Ars Longa Life is short, art is long It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you But Priority Records be f**ing up, nephew Extraterrestrial poet, my pen stroke is grotesque Rugged n***a, 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 yours, not just kick words Spit swords when we joust from the mouth dawg Heard he got the hottest sh** out But Titanic emcees somehow manage to freeze Fracture your flows so bandage your steez, no royalties Subtract his mathematics like I was dropping satanic degrees Long time no see chico, still eating p**y at the Nico? (ha haaa) I'm screaming "Power to the people" Most times, genius is misunderstood, but understand You stand under unstable tables of foundation My true occupation, dissemination of information Using both sides of the brain, and I ain't complacent Complain when I speak, f** Priority Records Like Prince I'm writing "slave" on my cheek, cause my kids gotta eat Meanwhile A&R's sniffing coke, getting kickbacks, f** that My writen's like Christ wit a cross on his back I 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 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 (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 n***as packing 70 gats I'm down wit Shinehead, Big Gipp, Goodie M-O-B My n***a Twista, k**ah 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 n***a known to flow rigor mortis to stiffen your riffing Thugged out without Blooding or Cripping, till the needle start skipping The cut f** your hairline up like Scott Pippen Huh, hoping the dummies stop fronting I'm like Illmatic, meets the Good Will Hunting Vocal innovator, be equal to or greater Giving 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 n***as only wanna know about money, p**y, and crack I practiced building this strong rap track, and that's that Phat rap, y'all keeping it real, well that's wack My rap snap torso, and crack back Doing this, that and the third Giving you my ear like Van Gogh, n***a, ya heard Went to New York state, pushing rhymes like weight And watch some of these rap n***as hate (what in the h*mo) But its all love, Ice Cube did it, 2pac did it And no matter what, I'ma die sh**ting, motherf**er 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 Ka**] Man, Khalil, they ain't going 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 keeping this sh** true But hey, you gotta love it or leave it alone An' I still love this ol' Hip-Hop sh** So just respect it when I get my championship ring, you know