Vincent Van Gogh Coke Ad

[Intro] Don't be you Don't do what you do But what you say [Verse 1] Man I seen this sleek graff piece of Japanese baby shadows Blasted black back against the foundation of half cracked knees How could the artist catch the perfect and exact beauty of the little faces From 10,000 stacked feet, cynical laugh Musta had mad reach, flash freeze frame, made efforts Remembered to paint the faded jump rope froze in half leap Man’s canvas masterpiece, banana ants and apathy Hands danced to slash thick apple on this last patch of green Fat squeeze the master painter heard the ground cry out black streaks Deep ash piles of salmon pink and sweet corn yellow Rusty red dragon stabbed across my sky so subtle Greasy cobalt streaks from black squares, puddles of pear bubbles Puncture holes double as burgundy moons over dim plum meadows Mint stamped oasis and gray aphids of charcoal statistics Scraping scarlet across mustard crust, maroon and hunter critics Purple mistress circles of tin spin under burnt umber crimson Instances of living under vivid lemon wings with quick orange flickers Flash! Ripped the canvas in his mouth in his coarse grin full of slivers To join the outer phoenix with the inner, seen it Initialed with white warm splinters, scenic [Verse 2] He sang so carpenter How you paint ivory fences with red hands and hammers The left stumbles like the right dances, his full ring of keys answers Be hardest tinkling C, sharpest stinging B. Carpal tunnel visions Listen with heart and soul, then soul can pump beat literally Heart can spot mind, mind can rock earth The stuck prey alarms the spider in her dark cave soft purr The faucets spring a leak on spoon and greasy saucer ring The father sings this autumn breeze Strangle this queen that knows the thoughts he thinks Constant pacing back and forth crawling this long hall of keys His song is out of reach now, down-stretched palms to maul the beast He calls his sleep out, twisting sheets, spotted monstrous mistress Starving queen darling clouded dream catcher chattering snarling teeth Right back at him, call it holy matrimony. Fire ax in sharp C Laughing foaming at the soul swollen charred reach Arms locked arched back, scarred deep Rippling water, tapping feet on beat, rhythm dwindling softer sleep [Outro] Be you Do what you do Always Here come the locusts Here comes the locust