CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Mona Lisa
Heads rush and faces blush with the stroke of my brush
While you was choking in clutch with every toke of the dutch
My word was spoken in such mannerism milking the prism
For some living colored talent
Filling my palette with words and pastels
You rent with the track tells
Just to pupil learning lessons and blessing the Maxell's
It's like I'm Leonardo Divinc of quarter inch
Just a starving artiste who's at peace with stomach pinch
So clenched his right hand, direct to the mic stand
Spot the mediocre joker then clash like titans
To find the cure I'm avoiding the last mile
Man, your silly wack styles only worth a half smile
I'd burn it in graf style, make you respect my mural
Then remember the name of Playdough, though your referral
I probably won't receive 'cause I cloak my sleeve
Inside the plans of the carpenters hands
What I believe is perceived as weakness
Though they couldn't beat this
I just cover mediocrity with strokes of neatness
And I etch in the stone, my name next to some scriptures
It's Playdough, my words worth a thousand pictures
Imagine the time spent to make your bare perfect
To comprehend, this rattle roll chest
Leave myself though my many chrome brush
A palette of words dust a canvas suburb
More balance ease or tease the artist
Whose heart is open for all to view
With a track I lose track of all thought of space and time
And visualize a rhyme to manifest
Many a masterpiece remains are framed or ashamed
To be living from the others on display
Take a gaze at legendary status living unlavish, Jax
Tears you'll sow, a missile blow, ricochet while gulls ration
Unlucky receiver of bleeping speed knot
Courtesy of the biggest rep
Official response of original cons of concepts
With in-depth type grip on how to do it correct
As ill as the sound is how ill it really is
Thoughts brought forth resemble only a few
And far between is the amount of the whiffs from me to you
While you was choking in clutch with every toke of the dutch
My word was spoken in such mannerism milking the prism
For some living colored talent
Filling my palette with words and pastels
You rent with the track tells
Just to pupil learning lessons and blessing the Maxell's
It's like I'm Leonardo Divinc of quarter inch
Just a starving artiste who's at peace with stomach pinch
So clenched his right hand, direct to the mic stand
Spot the mediocre joker then clash like titans
To find the cure I'm avoiding the last mile
Man, your silly wack styles only worth a half smile
I'd burn it in graf style, make you respect my mural
Then remember the name of Playdough, though your referral
I probably won't receive 'cause I cloak my sleeve
Inside the plans of the carpenters hands
What I believe is perceived as weakness
Though they couldn't beat this
I just cover mediocrity with strokes of neatness
And I etch in the stone, my name next to some scriptures
It's Playdough, my words worth a thousand pictures
Imagine the time spent to make your bare perfect
To comprehend, this rattle roll chest
Leave myself though my many chrome brush
A palette of words dust a canvas suburb
More balance ease or tease the artist
Whose heart is open for all to view
With a track I lose track of all thought of space and time
And visualize a rhyme to manifest
Many a masterpiece remains are framed or ashamed
To be living from the others on display
Take a gaze at legendary status living unlavish, Jax
Tears you'll sow, a missile blow, ricochet while gulls ration
Unlucky receiver of bleeping speed knot
Courtesy of the biggest rep
Official response of original cons of concepts
With in-depth type grip on how to do it correct
As ill as the sound is how ill it really is
Thoughts brought forth resemble only a few
And far between is the amount of the whiffs from me to you
