The Arts (avant Garde) Lyrics - Singles - Mickey Factz

[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 masses in all the art classes 

Different pairs of glasses 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!!! 

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[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, shit! 

Nicca I'm fly I'm on top of my shit 

No... I'm fly on top of my shit... 

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 

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