The Factory Lyrics

[Verse 2]
Models, Photographers, Admirers
Sculptors, Thinkers, Followers, Inspirers

Corner to corner the floors filled with oil spills
Not by greedy politicians wanting more bills

I was thinking like magicians but the arts real
It come alive cause the thoughts real

I know the deal so its love
Instilled in my blood
Concealed in a hub
For the real people judged
By the clones and the fakers
Posing as painters
But they don't know a thang about the culture we creating
Uh
Samo on the walls we all decorating
Prepare for this new renovation, MauSe


[Hook]

[Verse 3]
When I see Andy & Keith I feel pressure
They sat me down for a real lecture
They said the clones will get ya
Try to etch a sketch ya

Ya style gotta be extra
Delivery & texture
The space inside the loft is rented
They wave price and cost to get in
So maybe I have forced inheritance

Passing down to me all art intelligence
I wouldn't even call this membership
This is life baby
Wrong or right baby
My sight maybe, slight hazy
Cause I write lazy, but its quite crazy
Mickey Cinco scaring all the mice lately
With this paint I'm nicer than a polite lady
[Hook]

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The Factory is a place where the artists came together, to work together. Sort of like a camaraderie between each other. MauSe was tutored by Warhol and Haring here as an understudy.

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