[Verse: Requiem]
Stuck in a four cornered room with paint that's waterproof
Huffin' ether, starving with a distorted view
The raw askew, the more I snort and chew
Surrealist, part of a sordid crew
Sort of knew what I was doing but in a manic state
Out for fame so I don't die with a vanished name
Panic paint like Pollock with splatter on canvas
Art or farce? It doesn't matter I answer
Flash back to days of old creating depictions of kings
Realist replicating lords who glisten with rings
Started with early man putting ochre on cave wall
Now we shootin' up billboards in cities with paintball
Ain't all good, but it's a matter of taste
Year long projects to throwies put up in haste
Waste nothing, charcoal to oils we paint
Art today from the beginning of age