To Bob Ross With Love lyrics

Now who you know leave the scene messier than canvases
Mike Jackson throwing multi-colored thoughts at a rabbit pace out(?)
make a mess you dissect it and make sense of it
then get back to me at your earliest convenience
check my verbal sequence as I texturize these tracks
to be exact eliminate the wack with a firm brushstroke
I mc painterly
lyrics just be crumbling from my stumbling technique
as I tweek you audio and visual
keep my drips minimal
messages subliminal
cause me and rap go way back
we copliment so together
we enhance one another that common sense
high intensity catches eye,
your jaw drops
be a real critic
not explicit with false props
I keep my darks deep
my lights bright
I'm very thurough with my ?????
inspiration sparked in the night
watch me rock the spot like Ross ???
minus the heroin
and make my face popular like Andy did to Marylin
it's kind of scary
when will(?) art is left behind
while they take bulshit and start selling it to blind folks
but I remain humble as long as
???? continues spinning hot shit
on the twin twelve hundred color wheels of steel
fuck Master ??? art is art
only the real can truly feel it
so open your eyes and listen
combine your ears with vision
or do it cause you love it
or for the cash
that's your decision x5
it's like I'm torn between two worlds
a paintbrush and a microphone
a canvas or a beat
CD or mp
anything goes when ink pen flows
and God only knows where its gonna bring me next
so I'm inclined to like paint rhymes
and spit kaleidoscope with one eye closed
and I suppose if you chose the path that I chose
you know the cycle
asshole don't front it,
it goes inspiration then productivity
then a sense of self worth
and in steps depression
like back and forth
and forth and back
should I paint a picture of record a track?
????????
and I don't know
I'm still undecided
but over the years I've found clever way to hide it
and those that lack the passion I have, may despise it
but my mamma made me this way,
I thank her everyday,
so tell the kids to keep coloring outside the lines
until they loose their limitations
and their minds are free
the teachers that you want your money this time
and tell Bob Ross thanks for all the happy little trees
and my mamma that her baby boy is doing just fine
although he's running out of patients
but his mind is free
and tell my pops that I'll pay his money back sometime
and that his son is two steps away from where he need to be