Museum Of Pain

[Verse 1]
New age Picasso, what these hands hold
Canvas on auto bombing Van Gogh
Rembrandt with the dynamite let them thangs go
Raphael when the sky just explodes
This is the combustion grenade deconstruction
Instructions to die beautiful at your BMI reduction
Red clouds on the cloak we don't need an introduction
I’m conducting a gorgeous eruption
Mona Lisa leaning tower of Pisa
Last supper perfect like pyramids in Giza
Blast buckle sending you from here to hell
Promise if you picking up the pieces you would need a pail
They'd be cleaning you for weeks Talking body parts and teeth
If your art is with a pencil I guarantee its weak
If your art is with a stencil its considered trash
Arts not meant to last… make it over in a flash

[Hook]
Art is an explosion, Chew the clay into shapes
Then you mold them, then you Blow it all away
In a motion
It's like death with the paint
Craft with your life it’s a museum of pain

[Verse 2]
I'm the present Michelangelo
Bob ross without the brush and the dingy from my craft is the temporal
If you don't like it you can suck my genitals
I really don't care if you get offended bro
This is my Sistine chapel my Venus and Mars
My creation of Adam, just as bright as the stars
Blow your organs to atoms, you'll be praying for rods
Word to pain The next one I do will be seen by the gods
Call it a renaissance the boom is a big response
Different wants to pictures remember your due diligence
When complete it will be the massacre of the innocents
The background for imminence impressionistic sibilance
So do you want to be a part of it
My Lil muse in a gallery at the heart of it
I freaking love it the imageries a homage
An exhibition of vision it's over in a moment

[Hook]
Art is an explosion, Chew the clay into shapes
Then you mold them, then you Blow it all away
In a motion
It's like death with the paint
Craft with your life it's a museum of pain

[Outro]
It doesn’t matter where you at when I’m ready I can blow it like that
When it's time to hear the boom
Full beauty on attack blast your neck out your back
When you witnessing a boom
Half hell the sight is lovely when you get that shrapnel
And a boom
I know you heard it
For all intents and purpose, art is an explosion