DEAFENING RED
[Intro: SHADI]
Mr. Van Gogh
Mr. Van Gogh
[Verse 1: SHADI]
I know you can't hear me
But I know that you can see me
Which means you can paint out my story
And while you're at it, polish my soul please
Because there's black paint all over me
My heart black something like church shoes and ovaltine
(?) straight edge with it double edge
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Which means I can take one step
And one backwards
Blame it on my god complex
My dog's complex
They shoot for profits
But pray to prophets
Gold Jesus piece
But last name Mohamad
Quran said (?)
But thats second place, balling
Got a bad bitch because she's dancing on my conscience
The devil's quartet is in progress
In all white you thought we was playing for was Wisconsin
[Chorus: Clarence Clarity]
Blood keeps rushing out
So I can feel you
(I can feel you)
Blood keeps rushing out
So I can feel you
(I can feel you)
[Verse 2: SHADI]
100 violent violets
We threw them shots that ain't really calling
In the jungle, so heaven ain't an option
'Cause animals that hang off trees don't hang for progress
God sent wine
How kind of him a nice gesture
But the kid's already one with nature
Moon shine while the sun is out
And they still say my village is in a fucking drought
I took a piss and saw Alex Grey art come out of my dick
Holy shit, the drugs kicked in, pyrex vision
And I used to wear my fears on my sleeves
So my shirts were distressed
But now I'm like a kid, I don't wanna wait for fear
I don't wanna wait for fear
I'ma stand my place
Independent, bitch, I take myself on a date
And I even ordered the fucking cake
[Chorus: Clarence Clarity]
Blood keeps rushing out
So I can feel you
(I can feel you)
Blood keeps rushing out
So I can feel you
(I can feel you)
[Verse 3: SHADI]
And the only way you can take me is to shoot me in my face
You can't buy something this great
You cannot purchase my fate
Ever since I wore glasses
Ever since I met Clarence
Ever since I started rapping and dreaming 'bout Paris
Ever since then I started seeing through the Matrix
I see the world for what it really is
A bunch of us tryna get rich
[Chorus: Clarence Clarity]
Blood keeps rushing out
So I can feel you
(I can feel you)
Blood keeps rushing out
So I can feel you
(I can feel you)
[Verse 4: SHADI]
Money making reverend
Money don't make intelligence
All running after a crown that don't mean shit
That don't make sense, but makes cents
Heaven sent hell bound
So it's only right I fuck her with Pradas on
On a cherub Persian rug
It's juxtaposed when we fuck
I am overpriced grapes
I am unsprayed non-GMO
I am full paid telephone, never prepaid Metro
I am shipped right to your door
I am expensive prostitute pussy better than your whores
Speak up against me, but if you do
Make sure to use the highest quality microphone
I am the thing you want when you watch the Superbowl commercial with your girl
And it makes you feel inferior to the rest of the world and so are you
What's the worth of a human being? I am Zeus
I am one with God, and so are we
And I don't mean that to sound cheesy
But homie, I'm fucking tired of being programmed to feel weak
Life is a maze and I see that you're lost
She used to smoke weed from glass dicks to now taking pipe but with other harder drugs
Nose stuffed with white like Mike's jersey in game six, yikes
Need guidance, put a piece of your mind in this bucket and watch it go to a cause
To annotate this verse and see what the fuck it's about