SCULPTURE

I'm the Magic 1. I must be T-MAC
They thought I was done, but I just relapsed
Goin' O.D
Goin' O.D

I can't be humble 'cause I earned this
Learning to survive inside the jungle's got me earnest
That not many people equal what I'm worth
If I die before my next birthday, ha: that 27 Club would then be perfect
But, bigger fish to fry await me
I get sick and tired of waiting, but I'm living anyway
I'll be a sight to see they'll try to recreate
Like when they make you sit inside a seat for paintings
Pages from magazines bolted on the wall
To portraits in some rich designer's place
Til' I hit a higher space, and my sculpture's in the water
The Modern Christ of the Abyss
With neon-lights that beam against it
Upside-Down Black Cross in the marble
I can be offensive, but oh well
The legacy must be in stone
I won't be satisfied until I'm deified as the people chose

Donatello, Michelangelo, Pablo Picasso
That's a declaration, not a joke
My cave has no shadow of a doubt
Being held by this man like Plato's
Leave me alone when I say so

I'm carving away because Art is a process
I feel I'm almost, but not yet done at all

I'm the Magic 1. I must be T-MAC
They thought I was done, but I just relapsed
Goin' O.D. Take a chill-pill and relax
If I go overboard, we all sink. I'm goin' O.D
I'm the Magic 1. I must be T-MAC
They thought I was done, but I just relapsed
Goin' O.D. Take a chill-pill and relax
If I go overboard, we all sink
I'm goin' O.D

I'm carving away because Art is a process
I feel I'm almost, but not yet done at all
I'm sculpting away to unveil my truest face
My body is cosmic. I'm made of fire

I'm made of fire, skin like a razor wire
Same attire everyday, stay in tired everyday
If sin is just a state of mind I use it to my benefit
Center of a vacant life they grew up in a television
Still I shine like light-house
I blind from my mouth
It binds to quiet down
Fault lines so seismic
A mind that mines doubt
They die when I prowl
Take flight and find out
Put pen to paper for the pent up anchors
Rising like it's Kenneth anger
Finding my own bed to lay in
Metal fingers prying on my mental state
Inside is only ventilators
Eminence is all I ever emanate, okay
If they lead astray, they get lead and strays
I can press the weight, I've been set aflame inside torrential rains
A brain that I ingest like Kuru, unimpressed if you do it
With pins inside my chest from voodoo, left beneath a blue moon
I'll be fine

I fight for individuality
Was quite a cynic 'til that flashing beam
Dismissed the might within, but magically
Found that I could mold just like some gold that's under massive heat
I'm way too clean and became that new being
Who didn't wash away sins. Imperfection's a fashion-piece
My necklace is black rubies. I resemble a mannequin
With the anarchist symbol stretching from hat to feet
That's a sculpture of our culture
I'M the Sculpture of our culture
Rebellion's romantic. Buy me a tech and a hatchet
I'll be impressed and ecstatic. You go get dressed and we're dashing
Kiss your neck and your back, and rub my razor on your skin
Lick the blood. Plenty thugs feel shame, but I'm a Lord full of Passion
Let's take over the globe
Rearrange all the old and control that they hold
We are freaks and they can't toe-to-toe with us, though
I have broken my pose
The real me's something very low in temp; icy, cold, and I'm froze
Analogous to props in windows for some clothes
Everything is skin-tight
Historic, meaningless idols are always in sight
I remain standing still and observe
It introduces chills to my nerves
I'm a fly on the wall. What they spill is absurd
I'm highly and appalled and don't feel what I've heard
Legends are invisible Outcasts
In 3000 years, every "myth" will be found fact

I'm the Magic 1. I must be T-MAC
They thought I was done, but I just relapsed
Goin' O.D. Take a chill-pill and relax
If I go overboard, we all sink
I'm goin' O.D
I'm the Magic 1. I must be T-MAC
They thought I was done, but I just relapsed
Goin' O.D. Take a chill-pill and relax
If I go overboard, we all sink
I'm goin' O.D

Donatello, Michelangelo, Pablo Picasso
That's a declaration, not a joke
My cave has no shadow of a doubt
No shadow of a doubt
No shadow of a doubt