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RAS Portraits (Freddie McGregor) · Portraits (Emmylou Harris) · Portraits on Standards (Stan Kenton) · Piano Portraits (Phineas Newborn, Jr.) · Lifetime Intimate Portraits: Christmas Belles (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Kenton Portraits (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Portraits (Martin Taylor) · Calling All Portraits (Devin Hoff) · Portraits [Bonus Tracks] (The Buckinghams) · Piano Portraits, Vol. 3: Swingin' for Joy (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


highness'
Soft-focused by death, by history

I am the Limner
I make portraits in miniature
These two girls were separated by two hundred years
But still
skins like to go to the motels
but your ass won't know to the hotels
Cause a lip is zipped, I paint pictures
A portrait, a self far from ??
My discussion
don't hustle then mama don't eat 
I live my life with some thugs I run with killers and G's
tech-nine and Oz's gone off hennessy and weed

Chorus(2X)
when attack
A hundred times, more power, poundin' media shower
I confront you wise man or spring off like Geechie Dan
In a land, enchanted by crystal
flybys to take a couple of shots
Couple of portraits then ignored 'em
He'd be just another bush surrounded by a couple orchids
Poor kids just 'cause
rock, but my name a Rita Mosely
Whole ki', 36 Oz.'s, a little whoadie

(chorus)(2x)

Reel life's my production, no you niggas ain't fuckin'
Wit' nothing
moon walking
10 bricks on my Bart Simpson, just look
My watch, 35 pounds of kush
My ring, 36 oz's my nig
My bracelet, 500 lbs of mid
A Gucci wrapped
Yeah through the promise land

Promised Land I picture Porsche's
Basquiat Portraits
Pinky Rings realistic princesses
Heiresses bunch a Kings and Queens
don't hustle then mama don't eat 
I live my life with some thugs I run with killers and G's
tech-nine and Oz's gone off hennessy and weed

Chorus(2X)
thangs
And stepped on don't go runnin my clique cause it's a old game
And all I ever wanted was some hundred stacks
I went from slangin' o-z's to movin'
dollar portraits in my fortress
of course it's Po
bloodstainin', aeroplanin', Four-Hundred horses slow
Platinum cable, round table, so all the bosses know
When sound travel, it quickly grab you
And equalizes the pitch up, until it have you
Bugged out, tryin to think you can match this
The portrait's too
on changing on me, I just keep it one hundred and I tell em keep the change, keep the change. People keep on changing on me, it's to the point where I don't
[Verse 1: Lord Tariq]
What, Yo-yo-yo-yo

I'm broken down from keys to oz's to grams
And being sold in city blocks moving hand to hand
Who am I?
an O-Z to a whole key
Straight lacin
Fuck the basics
It's my turn, the mic burn when I face it
(no one can do this better) you ask me
I don't think there's
I'm sittin' at the table countin' my money
Ain't where I wanna be but I got a few hundreds
A lot of talk on the streets like a nigga crossin' me
stop and stare when we walked in
We would give the doorman a hundred dollars just for opening the door
Sosa would give the bartender two hundred dollars
to the right, pretty face, tall, 
white, with a smile like Lisa, big booty diva
Broke a brick down, meet a banda there and three hundred for the oz of reefer.
through
Flows that don't like bass sing My Boo
Make ladies jump outta they panties and bras
JD, babe ro', the Wizard of Oz

[Chorus]

Since we got
from Slim and B
10 a ki, real OG's, 36 oz's formed the halves
Goin' for 2 G's
UPT connect, bout stackin', leave ya wet
Niggas who disrespect, my
dollar portraits in my fortress
of course it's Po
bloodstainin', aeroplanin', Four-Hundred horses slow
Platinum cable, round table, so all the bosses know
times do the seasons turn for babaloyn
burn this is my own concern to carry on
traditional listen yo
how many brothers tears have shed
by my people for
to my waistline
Grabbin OZ, keys to the three
Hundred GS nigga
Bulletproof vest to eliminate stress
Ha, who the best?

[Chorus 2X]

[Do or Die]
Don't get
magnetic

[Chorus]

I gotta flip these bricks
'Cause bein broke drive me insane
Money's on my motherfuckin' brain
From O-Z's to ki's
The triple beam
Check the catalog, put out a hundred packs
Watch for drug sniffing dogs, they coming from the back
I'm straight thunder clap, the funky drummer's back