• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Van Gogh - Timesbold
• Van Gogh - The Black Maria
• Van Gogh - Zach Macko
• Van Gogh - Black Maria
• Van Gogh - Ras Kass

the shots, they scattered the wild life that was there
around van gogh's end
that road was just waiting to be followed but you never
go there again
he never went there again
we've heard about christ and your crosses but we all hear
unholy hums
we all run around painting portraits and sometimes an
ugly one
and sometimes they look like a van gogh
the sky it is huge and it's frightning and fear digs its
holes in the ground
the ground is just waiting to swallow and to fold her
wings around
and you, i can see you've been by there
i can see you behind your ghost
your eyes look like they've been damaged by going where

Give away all that you have inside
every last moment that you're alive
until your body is cold
sure, as he peels away your skin
you see the monster is intent
to see this to the end
it would be easier to die...
just easier sometimes
because the light is a sober reminder of what he did
your body can't get over it
life has been keeping you awake
asphyxiated by the hate
and it never calms
sew the aching in your veins
that no one ever sees
with the blade in the sheets
it would be easier to die...
just easier sometimes
because the light is a sober reminder of what he did
your body can't get over it
it's over...it's over
except the scars that last forever
it would be easier to die...
just easier sometimes
because the light is a sober reminder of what he did
your body can't get over it

( Verse 1 )So come and lay your weary bones,
with me
Come and let my heart be your new home,
you'll see
That the warmest winds felt deep within,
Tell you that the
Summers ready to begin
Lets go where there is no time
Just days and nights
The rain is gone
( Chorus )
So give me sun and no more clouds
No more burdens bearing down
I want to lay out on a beach
Underneath a Van Gogh masterpiece, just you and me
Where words cannot explain, the smile upon my face
You gave me just a taste
Now the picture painted can never be erased
( Verse 2 )
And there's nobody around
Us now
There's only the moon and you and me
The ocean sounds
Of great big waves crashing on the beach
As we lay here underneath
A stary night like a Van Gogh masterpiece
( Chorus )
With no more clouds
No more burdens bearing down
I want to lay out on a beach
Underneath a Van Gogh masterpiece, just you and me
Where words cannot explain, the smile upon my face
It paints a thousand words of things you can never say
( Bridge )
Words cannot explain, the things I want to say
Because words are only words
Where I look at you it moves me more than just a suddle
Like a picture did, it says more than words could ever
( Final Chorus )
So give me sun and no more clouds
No more burdens bearing down
I want to lay out on a beach
Underneath a Van Gogh masterpiece, just you and me
Where words cannot explain, the smile upon my face
You gave me just a taste now the picture painted
Show the sweetest winds, blow on in
Catchin waves on the ocean
The sun it slips behind the clouds
And now there's nobody around
But you and me, now where laying underneath
A Van Gogh masterpiece, No place I'd rather be
( Outro )
Like a Van Gogh masterpiece
You and me, like a Van Gogh masterpiece
Like a Van Gogh masterpiece, you and me

Give away all that you have inside
every last moment that you're alive
until your body is cold
sure, as he peels away your skin
you see the monster is intent
to see this to the end
it would be easier to die...
just easier sometimes
because the light is a sober reminder of what he did
your body can't get over it
life has been keeping you awake
asphyxiated by the hate
and it never calms
sew the aching in your veins
that no one ever sees
with the blade in the sheets
it would be easier to die...
just easier sometimes
because the light is a sober reminder of what he did
your body can't get over it
it's over...it's over
except the scars that last forever
it would be easier to die...
just easier sometimes
because the light is a sober reminder of what he did

Ah, celebrate
Hahaha, yeah, ah
Vita Brevis, Ars Longa
Life is short, art is long
It's been a long time, I shouldn't of left you
But Priority Records be fuckin' up, nephew
Extraterrestrial poet, my pen stroke is grotesque
Rugged nigga, abrasive to any fo'flesh
So let's paint a thousand words worth a picture
Panoramic though, more esoteric than hieroglyphs and scriptures
And chemical mixtures, spit your's, not just kick words
Spit swords when we joust from the mouth dogg
Heard he got the hottest shit out, but Titanic emcees
Somehow manage to freeze
Fracture your flows so bandage your steez, no royalties
Subtract his mathematics like I was droppin' satanic degrees
Long time no see chico, still eatin' pussy at the Nico? (ha haaa)
I'm screamin' "Power to the people"
Most times, genius is misunderstood, but understand
You stand under unstable tables of foundation
My true occupation, dissemination of information
Usin' both sides of the brain, and I ain't complacent
Complain when I speak, fuck Priority Records
Like Prince, I'm writin' "slave" on my cheek, cause my kids gotta eat
Meanwhile A&R;'s sniffin' coke, gettin' kickbacks, fuck that
My written's like Christ wit a cross on his back
I'll breathe a total Black experience on a track
What use to be hot was what a emcee said
Now Hip-Hop don't respect you unless you platinum or dead
[Hook]
I'm Van Gogh, Van Gog
But you don't hear me though
You're too near me not to hear me
Clearly, cut off my ear severely
Van Gogh, Van Gogh, Van Gogh (yeah)
But you don't hear me though
You're too near me not to hear me
Clearly, cut off my ear severely
I'm down wit Violet Brown and ebony cats
Down wit 65 niggaz packin' 70 gats
I'm down wit Shinehead, Big Gipp, Goodie M-O-B
My nigga Twista, Killah Priest, and Pimp C
From UGK, Do Or Die, AK
Qwest the Mad LaD, Wendy Day
I self lord am master art form, metaphors and furthermore
Verbal masterpiece to master war, then master more
Cause a real nigga known to flow rigor mortis to stiffen your riffin'
Thugged out without Bloodin' or Crippin', till the needle start skippin'
The cut fuck your hairline up like Scott Pippen
Huh, hopin' the dummies stop frontin'
I'm like Illmatic, meets the Good Will Huntin'
Vocal innovator, be equal to or greater
Givin' people levels to digest the data
Cause you can't teach algebra to first graders
I'll school a hustler, about the Sixteen Crucified Saviors
Chrishna of India was Black, Quexalcote of Mexico, Black
Buddha was Black, actual facts
But niggaz only wanna know about money, pussy, and crack
I practiced building this strong rap track, and that's that
Phat rap, y'all keepin' it real, well that's wack
My rap snap torso, and crack back
Doin' this, that and the third
Givin' you my ear like Van Gogh, nigga, ya heard
Went to New York state, pushin' rhymes like weight
And watch some of these rap niggaz hate (what in the homo)
But its all love, Ice Cube did it, 2pac did it
And no matter what, I'ma die shittin', motherfucker
Josh Petell wrote "The Disenchanted Hero"
Hell no
[Hook]
I'm Van Gogh, Van Gogh
But you don't hear me though
You're too near me not to hear me
Clearly, cut off my ear severely
Van Gogh, Van Gogh, Van Gogh
But you don't hear me though
You're too near me not to hear me
Clearly, cut off my ear severely
Van Gogh, Van Gogh (yeah)
Cause really though, how I'm supposed to really blow
When you drop a album every 2 years and only shoot one video?
[DJ Khalil]
Damn, Ras
[Ras Kass]
Man, Khalil, they ain't gon' never understand, but don't trip
These labels, these magazines, radio, video shows...
They just as groupie as the groupies
They just as guilty as the artists for not keepin' this shit true
But hey, you gotta love it or leave it alone
An' I still love this ol' Hip-Hop shit