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the new blxck - andy warhol lyrics

[intro]

[verse 1: moment]
hop off the boat looking so fresh
nothing the waves can throw stifles my progress
lose what you think you understand cause you could know less
sort out my issues with the man and let his soul rest
the more grotesque, the deeper the thought process
just when you think you’ve heard it all my story ain’t been told yet
we’re nothing like these mice rapping in the lab
wearing they’re heart on their sleeve, this must be the new swag
cause where i’m from they show you no love
and minds are sharp enough to split open your guts
you eat the carc-ss, i’ll have mine alive
your folks were hoping you survive so they must be hoping you’re nuts
starting with the mind, conquer by dividing
hang my jacket on your spine, throw your heart to the swine
flipping the napkin to sit on my lap now give me the track to dine
look i’m a fat thing spelt with a ph sipping on alkaline
as i await behind the blinds
my train of thought travels to you patrons had your time
patience had it’s time, slaving on the grind
shelf stacking, number crunching, the job pool is what i’ve sunk in
no control over my functioning, in my room paper scrunching
but chasing the surreal is what keeps my blood pumping
if chasing is the thrill then i’m forever on your heels
with something hard for the bludgeoning and the muzzles for the shrills
i’m painting pictures with my scriptures…

[hook 2: moment]
andy warhol
andy warhol
andy warhol
andy warhol
andy warhol
andy warhol

[verse 2: emman]
in the beginning was the word and the word became light
the word was written on the page, the word became life
it got good to me darg, i did it every night
so this is way much more than excitement, gimmicks and the hype
they try -ss-ssinate my character, tell them f-ggots stop it
you sacrilegious pagans tried posing as the prophet
i k!ll demons for sport and i’m coming for the rest
and no one is exempt, n-gga your gods might be next
i was raised amongst cains who were k!lling off the abels
lucifer tried to tempt me, propositions on the table
for fourty days and nights, i riddled him with fables
then relocated east where i was ministered to by angels
i don’t know what they told him but my soul ain’t for sale
i do this for my fam and my bros down in jail
n-ggas on the strip that’s real and hope man prevails
n-ggas who know nothing else than road, grams and scales
i’m talking about the basics, talking about them bailiffs
talking about the everyday struggles n-ggas facing
i’m talking about that .45 and how it gave a facelift
before the shooter took off man, something like a sp-ceship
i’m talking about what’s real like certain man in my bits
who never glorify this life on some fashionable tip
who obey the road commandments like “carry thy stick”
cause they’d rather be judged by twelve than carried by six
i paint pictures like andy warhol

[hook 2: emman]
i paint pictures like andy warhol
death and disaster n-gga
i paint pictures like andy warhol
andy warhol
i paint pictures like andy warhol
andy warhol

[bridge: david gyamfi]
you ain’t seen my struggles, all the battles that i’ve lost
highs and the floors, the skies and the falls, believe me i’ve been through it
all the troubles in the world be weighing me down
i promise i’ll break ’em all then i’ll paint a picture on the wall
andy warhol

[hook 3: david gyamfi]
andy warhol
andy warhol
andy warhol
andy warhol
andy warhol

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