Motif

Yeah
When all else fails, just know
You can lean on me
When art imitates life, my life imitates art
Yeah, yeah
When all else fails, just know
You can lean on me
When art imitates life, my life imitates art

Congratulations! Round of applause
You're cordially invited past the guards of my walls
Immerse with the perfections and admire every flaw
As my words paint pictures. That's a mouth full of halls
That's a 3 stacked entendre
Shout out to Andre
So exquisite, my exhibits all show
I don't do this for the cam, off screen's where I'mma go pro
My canvases will challenge all your views
So please don't be amused by the hues of my muse
If you ain't smiled in a while, good grief
You'll be showing more teeth at the glimpse of my motifs, yeah
Art shows for the fandom
Abstract thought patterns scattered but never random
Sensory overload from talents I've chose to hand them
A one man band, two hands jamming in tandem
Mic in one hand that evokes quote
Other hand full of Mont Blancs and brush strokes
Rendering rhetoric, think pieces and literature
Connoisseurs and expenditures clamoring for my signature
Every verse breaks a generational curse
So my present learns from my past and my future never reverts

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Creating art is freedom

In any element, I'm able to enter the void, avoid the noids
Paint the town red and silence the white noise
Cut a rug then
Laugh as the world tries to do it's best Impression of a Fred Astaire backspin
It's mediocre at best
And I deduct points for a lack of finesse
A thin line between love and hate: Say less
I'll black swan across it like an acrobat's steps
Master all I'm supposed, conquer all that oppose
Simply purchase the building if ever the doors close
Messiah, the source of my strength when I feel dire
Ire turns to desire inspired from pain prior
Iamaltitude.com on display
2 Albums in the tuck, release dates on the way
Yeah