Picasso

[Track 12] Picasso  Featuring Jane Sam
Samples Mac Miller’s “Best Day Ever”, Written by Boogey & Jane Sam

[Boogey]
I only write what I feel/ I hope you feel what I write/ I ain’t really conscious of the track being killed or alive/ but it happens/ A rapping assassin/ born of the passion/ Was it a gat or a stab and/ that’s what the coroner’s asking/ Ok No more of the bragging/ Simple kid from a humble home/ Shock em when he gets up on the throne/ Crown upon his dome, hunger’s grown/ Opportunity’s like a horny family man who picked up a prostitute/ It just comes and goes/ I up and go for the prize and I seize it/ My future bright/ Ask Stevie Wonder, be surprised that he sees it/ Not as clever as Solomon but I’m wiser than Caesar/ Witness the rise of a phoenix/ out of the mind of a genius/ Messiah since the size of a foetus/ but I ain’t tryna be Jesus/ I ain’t ready to give my life for the heathen/ Broken promises/ your dreams get sliced with the pieces/ Life is a gamble I can win/ I throw the dice and believe it/ I see the masters turn obedient as dogs/ when the up and comers run and turn to media and blogs/ to design their destinies and their celebrity life/ while they living la vida loca but integrity dies/ Funny how they project/ the money power respect/ Married to the music asking me honey how is the sex?/ I’m F’ing with that food for the souls who listen/ Was aiming for the stars but I’m too good for the solar system/ so I missed em/

[Chorus: Jane Sam]
I’m a painter of my destiny/ I alone can see the image clearly

[Boogey]
Yeah I missed em but I hit a better target/ that they said is hardest/ A height of reasoning unreachable by the best of artists/ You gotta set your niche apart from d rest and carve it/ Dis is what they say but my favorite rappers are effing starving/ Chasing fame and fortune is such a compelling route/ But when a nigga be selling out/ they say he selling out/ I tell ’em now/ being good enough ain’t good enough/ If Niggas be given you thumbs up but never put em up/They be feeling you deep down and u know that it’s made up/ When u moving they keep frowning n posing as haters/ I’m writing this particular verse in bed/ And So if you sleeping on me you gon have my words embedded/ In your hippocampus/ I’m painting pictures that cud give em answers/ To every question that people left out the pics are asking/ Life is my pallet/ I’m Picasso with a bigger canvas/ I be at d top and never fall off like some itching dandruff/

[Chorus]
I’m a painter of my destiny/ I alone can see the image clearly