Lyrical exercise nothing serious.
This generation crazy
Teaming up on a man who’s melanated..
that jealousy hatred,
type shit that keep us segregated..
I see subtle traces,
of shade before lead hit the paper…
lets highlight the definition on the painting…
rappers with poor traits, they really portraying…
They’re really dull paint lack substance, theyre all faded..
With planned moves tryna brush up the skill, cuz they can’t face us..
took an oath of the horatii, to deliver straight lines like (Jacques-)Louis David.
But it’s written Kenny dies in this duel like the 18th century painter..