"Who am I?"
My life has always been a question of identity and I am gradually finding more and more answers in the most unexpected place: me. So... here I am.
"Blackout"
(I. Artist-in-me)
Art envelops the soul of a man, a master plan
Swirl of emotions, can you understand?
Give me the life of the starvin' artist
The paint is my soul, and the brush is my wrist
My fate spills on the soaked papyrus
Soon my hero emerges from the shade of the mist
Creating an alien language for the ages
Mold a species of seasons from my pages
Pushing uphill and sweating for changes
Screw the status quo, I'm fucking DANGEROUS
"WATCH YOURSELF!" show me what you're working with
Mind full of bullets gonna blast the myths
I'm a multi-colored abyss, wheat bread enriched
I'm that hard-to-scratch itch, no one's bitch
Go ahead, try to crush my extravagant figurine
My fist will make you blackout 'n' lose some teeth...
-alkemyst
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