Ras Kass – Van Gogh lyrics

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celebrate, Hahaha
yeah, ah, Vita
Brevis Ars, Longa Life
is short art, is long It's
been a long time I, shouldn't of left you But
Priority Records be fu n'***up nephew, Extraterrestrial

poet my, pen stroke is grotesque Rugged
n anusabrasive, 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, your's not, just kick words Spit
swords when we joust from the mouth dogg Heard
he got the hottest s titout but, Titanic emcees Somehow
manage to freeze Fracture
your flows so bandage your steez no, royalties Subtract
his mathematics like I was droppin' satanic degrees Long
time no see chico still, eatin' p y***at the Nico (ha? haaa) I'm
screamin' "Power to the people" Most
times genius, is misunderstood but, understand You
stand under unstable tables of foundation My
true occupation dissemination, of information Usin'
both sides of the brain and, I ain't complacent Complain
when I speak f, k**Priority Records Like
Prince I'm, writin' "slave" on my cheek cause, my kids gotta eat Meanwhile
A&R's sniffin' coke gettin', kickbacks f, k**that My
written's like Christ wit a cross on his back I'll
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, Gog 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 ni z***packin' 70 gats I'm
down wit Shinehead Big, Gipp Goodie, M-O-B My
n anusTwista Killah, 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 anusknown to flow rigor mortis to stiffen your riffin' Thugged
out without Bloodin' or Crippin' till, the needle start skippin' The
cut f k**your hairline up like Scott Pippen Huh
hopin', the dummies stop frontin' I'm
like Illmatic meets, the Good Will Huntin' Vocal
innovator be, equal to or greater Givin'
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
ni z***only wanna know about money p, y***and, crack I
practiced building this strong rap track and, that's that Phat
rap y'all, keepin' it real well, that's wack My
rap snap torso and, crack back Doin'
this that, and the third Givin'
you my ear like Van Gogh n, anusya, heard Went
to New York state pushin', rhymes like weight And
watch some of these rap ni z***hate (what in the homo) But
it's all love Ice, Cube did it 2pac, did it And
no matter what I'ma, die shittin' m, are**********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

Kass] Man
Khalil, they, ain't gon' 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 keepin' this s tittrue But
hey you, gotta love it or leave it alone An'
I still love this ol' Hip-Hop s titSo
just respect it when I get my championship ring you, know