Picasso

Sharpen all my tools in the toolshed
Damper feelings lately, like bloodshed
If it’s a nightmare, still in bed
Gold on some paper, we got metals here
Wonder what Picasso thought of rapping of
Figure out the motto you still thinking of
I go the city I don’t spend a dub
Water in me pocket, guess she thirsty, what?
Apache the code, danger is the mode
You see what you envision, rather keep them thoughts up
When it’s all up, we don’t know what happens
The present is the mission, get it, get it, cracking