Bastard Child

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Masaccio

Masaccio (UK: , US: , Italian: [maˈzattʃo]; December 21, 1401 – summer 1428), born Tommaso di Ser Giovanni di Simone, was a Florentine artist who is regarded as the first great Italian painter of the Quattrocento period of the Italian Renaissance. According to Vasari, Masaccio was the best painter of his generation because of his skill at imitating nature, recreating lifelike figures and movements as well as a convincing sense of three-dimensionality. He employed nudes and foreshortenings in his figures. This had seldom been done before him.The name Masaccio is a humorous version of Maso (short for Tommaso), meaning "clumsy" or "messy" Tom. The name may have been created to distinguish him from his principal collaborator, also called Maso, who came to be know… more »

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Bastard bastard bastard child
Mastermind handled mine
Momma my father the author the GOD
But she wouldn’t like that spendin’ some light cash
Nigga baggin’ like carrots
Bugs Bunny my money my Lola money my motive
Hustle my culture f*ck all these leeches these vultures
Creepin’ and stalkin’ feedin’ and starvin’ I been martian ask Marvin
If I’m poppin’ out in the solar lil nigga cold huh
Swag bold bruh mad calm but mad focused
Nigga with attitude f*ck it I’m mad at you
Sparkin’ like Pikachu you just a piece of food
Frontin’ runnin’ yo mouth about nothin
Emotionless f*ck how I’m approachin’ this
When life’s a bitch you make it switch
I did it chasin’ them digits
Resellin’ times it and flip it ain’t pitchin’ it physics
Bill Nye used to be a nice guy
But f*ck all them smiles they fake fuckin’ snakes
You a fuckin’ fool thinkin’ momma know less than you
You done learn yo lesson dude
Let's talk about bookin’ flights for a night
For a week unfortunately
I wouldn’t waste my time visit then dead that line I’m livin’ fine
Country boy he runnin’ wild like the west eastside be the best
Homie ridin’ with a tech hope you coppin' a vest
Oh you swines just wasting yo time you feel the fire
My niggas beastin’ we out here feastin
I-I-I-I done did my shit did my dirt I ain’t perfect
Tickin’ I’m nervous pitch and serve it quick then I’m swervin lil bitch
Since I'm the Devil kid out on my devil shit
Metal for bullies and opps heckle and blow out yo top
Can’t be trapped in no box
But blinded by glitter and gold still won't take my soul
Overload overload over board holy lord
I’m sinnin’ for foolish decisions petty and livid
Prayin’ they don’t kill me but kill it killin’ these niggas
Reaper creature beastly features
They do fear you gon’ hear when I’m near little nigga
Reaper creature beastly features
They do fear you gon’ hear when I’m near little nigga
A bastard got it backwards
Unlocked the password
Now who’s the bastard
Got it backwards
Unlocked the password
Now who’s the bastard
I don’t need you momma sweatin’ me you like a fiend fool
Kill the elephant in the room
I let you go you should know I been out on my own
Makin’ moves what the f*ck it do
Ain’t a quarrel just zip ya oral
Different morals breakin’ portals
Art made me immortal faced my horrors
Hate replaced by cordial
Shit rather just ignore you
If ain’t art you a bore too

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