[Thoughts from MauSe] [Intro] Do you feel that the public has insulted your art? Uh, no Why not? Uh, well, I hadnt thought about it It doesnt bother you at all then? Uh, No Well, do you think theyre showing a lack of appreciation for what pop art means? Uh, no Andy, do you think that pop art has sorta reached the point where its becoming repetitious now? Uh, yes Do you think it should break away from being pop art? Uh, no Are you just going to carry on? Uh, yes [Verse 1] The 1st MauSe to write soundtracks for your eyes Spray can on the ground, thats my supply From an era where you found crack all the time Fiends gotta buy they child back for a dollar sign Ha, They sold kids for a dope binge Family tree branch broken, no timbs Most men, made girls sell they own skin I chose pens, a street artist who wrote gems Gold rims on the 89 bm dub ATeam on the screen, Mr. T was thug 18 with a dream, no sleeping drug Lemme tell ya, lemme tell ya what Im dreaming of Gallery space Walls get removed from the palettes I make Lost in a groove of reality, wait! Its for ya eye balls Im from New york son, thought I remind yall [Hook] Im from the era of Hulk Hogan Crack Im from the era of Hulk Hogan Crack Im from the era of Hulk Hogan Crack Hulk Hogan Crack, Hulk Hogan Crack Im from the era of Hulk Hogan Crack Im from the era of Hulk Hogan Crack Im from the era of Hulk Hogan Crack Hulk Hogan Crack, Hulk Hogan Crack [Verse 2] Polo got boosted out of every store Train cars had a mural on every door I had one rope chain I was very poor But dudes in the dope game gave me many more Guy named Mike Tyson gotta fast right My cash tight, ducking guard with their flashlights My tape popped in my walkman, thats twice I seen a virgin last night, hit a glass pipe Shutters It took her brain off Chopped the top of my can, had a spray off Came off with my fire like I was laid off Lemme tell ya, lemme tell ya how I made off Sneakers tied tight Ink from the question mark dripped on my Nikes Security guards tried to stop my bike No hope for em Kicked his ass in his leg and I broke on em [Hook] [Verse 3] I looked up to Dwight Gooden as a Mets fan Parties at the Mudd Club was the best, man Juan Dubose Djing the best jams I was telling Kenny Scharf bout my next plan It was tighter than a Jake The Snake head lock And I was higher than a Hulk Hogan leg drop Catch me at the pop shop with the best top Art is life, let the rest watch MauSe [Break] Once I left home, ya know, I started doing all that drinking and throwing bottles and all that kinda stuff Yea, And uh, And drawing on the streets? Yea [Hook] [Outro Hulk Hogan] For all my hulkamaniacs, that have stuck with me through the thick and thin, trained, said their prayers and eat your vitamins, be a survivor man. Dont smoke its a joke!
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