Making My Stand
Tons of concrete and a thin layer of paint
What difference does it make
If there is a legal restraint
It's rather RGB or CMYK
Than a life that reflects just a lame grey scale
I inhale this, I'm observing it
It's a republic so beautiful, isn't it?
I paint the walls
I'm a Painter Without A Cause
I'm painting over any paragraph, any clause
My art has to brute force through the system
Mechanical lifestyle is what I condemn
So, I keep painting my pictures
No matter if the paint is itching on my fingers
Because The Life is a fabulous canvas
Slowly fading while I'm painting
So no waiting, no hesitating
Just a firm grip on the aerosol can
And I am in the Painters Republic
I'm making my stand, man!
Get up!
My art has to brute force through the system
Ey yo, at this point the stakes are high, so am I
Flat on my back I watch the clouds drift by
Now who am I? AC and I never say die, why?
Cuz to the ART I am committed
So, make sure that ounce is evenly splitted
I smoke more b, is that so? yeah its AC
Not just another product from the nonsense factory
Victory, that's the goal of my endeavor
No absolutely no fucking way what so ever
Hellbent for leather
Make sure to keep those rolling papers dry
It looks stormy weather coming in
Crossfire hurricane Alazarin Crim
I dont give a fuck about original sin
Cuz I'm born to loose, and I live to win
I orbit you suckers like Yuri Gagarin
With a cosmic grin and a mouth full of supersonic
High of the chronic
I love Mary Jane but it's strictly platonic
And I love her even more when she comes hydroponic
I love to roll her up kick back and read comics
Or some noon prose about robodogs
And bio electronic feathers
Are you ready? The Painters Republic we stand tall together
So prepare to emigrate cuz there is no place that is better
Over here you are never dry and the 40s are wetter man
Over here nothing is banned
We've e got psychotropic greenhouses and
Malt liquor of every brand Colt 45, St. Ides & Mustang
We grow weed in the hills and trade it for
Art supply contraband
Understand - fuck the mainland
In Painters Republic together we stand
Get up!
My art has to brute force through the system
Yo, I'm sneaking out like a thief in the night
I got my bag full of cans with different color of bright
I'm about to hit the yard and there's no guards in my sight
I have to slip into the dark trying to avoid the light
There's nothing better than to get loose with those cans
To create my letters with my own two hands
Mindz, yeah that's my brand!
Cuz in Painters Republic we all should stand
Together!
What difference does it make
If there is a legal restraint
It's rather RGB or CMYK
Than a life that reflects just a lame grey scale
I inhale this, I'm observing it
It's a republic so beautiful, isn't it?
I paint the walls
I'm a Painter Without A Cause
I'm painting over any paragraph, any clause
My art has to brute force through the system
Mechanical lifestyle is what I condemn
So, I keep painting my pictures
No matter if the paint is itching on my fingers
Because The Life is a fabulous canvas
Slowly fading while I'm painting
So no waiting, no hesitating
Just a firm grip on the aerosol can
And I am in the Painters Republic
I'm making my stand, man!
Get up!
My art has to brute force through the system
Ey yo, at this point the stakes are high, so am I
Flat on my back I watch the clouds drift by
Now who am I? AC and I never say die, why?
Cuz to the ART I am committed
So, make sure that ounce is evenly splitted
I smoke more b, is that so? yeah its AC
Not just another product from the nonsense factory
Victory, that's the goal of my endeavor
No absolutely no fucking way what so ever
Hellbent for leather
Make sure to keep those rolling papers dry
It looks stormy weather coming in
Crossfire hurricane Alazarin Crim
I dont give a fuck about original sin
Cuz I'm born to loose, and I live to win
I orbit you suckers like Yuri Gagarin
With a cosmic grin and a mouth full of supersonic
High of the chronic
I love Mary Jane but it's strictly platonic
And I love her even more when she comes hydroponic
I love to roll her up kick back and read comics
Or some noon prose about robodogs
And bio electronic feathers
Are you ready? The Painters Republic we stand tall together
So prepare to emigrate cuz there is no place that is better
Over here you are never dry and the 40s are wetter man
Over here nothing is banned
We've e got psychotropic greenhouses and
Malt liquor of every brand Colt 45, St. Ides & Mustang
We grow weed in the hills and trade it for
Art supply contraband
Understand - fuck the mainland
In Painters Republic together we stand
Get up!
My art has to brute force through the system
Yo, I'm sneaking out like a thief in the night
I got my bag full of cans with different color of bright
I'm about to hit the yard and there's no guards in my sight
I have to slip into the dark trying to avoid the light
There's nothing better than to get loose with those cans
To create my letters with my own two hands
Mindz, yeah that's my brand!
Cuz in Painters Republic we all should stand
Together!
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Writer(s): Ruuth Petrus Heikki
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