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10 Million Ways

Mack 10

Mack 10

1995

on for the red or blue rags
Down with the G's so them niggas never serve me
Bellin' through the hood in my honeycomb Jersey

Painter pants cuffed so I

now but the truth is:
alone there
something was formed.
The way they held themselves upright with tea in the opening scenes,
a warm formality, spines

The sky drawn right
By a painter painting night
Is more miraculous than anything
The scene done well
By illustrators clutching their pen so hard

fucking with later
And you said to give all i got, yeah 100%, but I’d rather go half on a baby
Yeah your body a canvas & I’d be your painter
But when I

it's the same stuff that we're feeding on
From the painters stroke, to the slide on that trombone
To the b-boys on the break beats on the streets they're

around these niggas bitches it aint fair
Tall strong funny and I got curly hair
When I walk by your girl she can't help but stare
Arrive on the scene she

Incognito we ain't leaving no prints
Four in the ride
Four in the chamber
Recolour man like serious painter
Talking on socials
Now your not vocal
Big man turn

laser
Like Glockichu I choose you
He gonna shock no taser
Exhaling more gas than that nigga Darth Vader
I Put ded all on the scene you didn't know I was

You could be a painter of the word
Tell the story like they've never heard
Give 'em all a little change of scene
Tellin' 'em about the Nazarene
You

Never thought I'd be the one slowing down
Been running around this town
Trying to find my scene  
You, you came along
Played your song
Full

fun)
All for a stranger's fun
(For your eyes only)
Straying even further from the sun
(Come and see now)

Acting out in ballet shoes all the scenes I

right to me

I wanna be that light switch that never goes off
Or that tight skirt that never stays on
I wanna be the gardener or the painter of your

on the counter
Is a bowl full of loose change
Maybe I could cash in or wait until all hopes out of range 

Maybe I could be a painter
Swimming in that water

I’m dying to see you
I’m on the road and I’m moving fast
The scene is written and the die is cast
And I’m blasting all cylinders
The endless rotation

the smoke
Bomb weed and Hennessy, we coming cause we look like kings
Told my momma he testing me
Leave his ass all taped like emergency
I'ma painter like

the chamber called the Nave
Is often submitted as an example
Of the skill of the Paleolithic cave painters
The crossed hind legs create the illusion
That one

Switch my day up
Imma see you later
Don't need favors 
You're my favorite painter
This a taster 
We gone need a waiter
Got no paper 
She wouldn't let me

the type I like to sit back patient
Take my time as I'm scoping the scene
But either way that you want to face it
In this life you still needing that cream

the mind of a crane
I was on the flame
I sent the Jesus jumping on the Cain again
I don't want a bitter mother allocate a painter
Call for a being
Another

up
Neurons firing, each new coaster more exciting than the one before
I want more

Let me set the scene
I reach for my phone and realize, I forgot

a heart
You're a murder scene with hands wiped clean
Collecting body parts
But i'm digging, up your back yard

You're painter without paint
You're a writer

freedom's what the cost is
No trace
Gotta leave the scene spotless
"Fuck you" to ya face
You can't stop us
Too much pride
Now that nigga wanna pop sum
Born

the clout
Man this lifestyle shit for warriors, you can never take your eyes off the route
I'm like Stephen Curry, I'll shoot the shot then I leave the scene

On the pier
There's a painter
Perched upon a stool, peering into the Pacific's peace
Seems to stretch out forever
Re-painting a picture, depicting