[Intro: Malcolm X sample (singer)]
And you don't know what's happening
'Cause someone has taught you to suffer peacefully
The white man do the same thing to you in the street
Where he don't wanna put knots on your head
And take advantage of you
And don't have to be afraid of you fighting back
To keep you from fighting back he get you these religious Uncle Toms
(God bless my momma)
To teach you and me that just like Novacane
Suffer peacefully, don't stop suffering, just suffer peacefully
(God bless my momma)

[Verse 1]
I once said that my life was a work of art
Couple strokes on a blank canvas to hurt the heart
Had a brush with death before I could learn to talk
The painting's on the wall, don't wait for the verse to start
You people could view it all
When the weapon's out you would hope that I knew to draw
Tried to frame me for a case that they knew was lost
Guess I was too involved
Hire a sketchy lawyer that claimed that he knew the law, huh
And through it all I remained to be energetic
Built a beautiful mind out of thoughts that are esoteric, hey
I say hot shit like the Devil said it
I may not trip 'cause I'm level headed
Could never worship a book if I've never read it
Pardon me, that's kind of abstract, act like I never said it
Here's the twist, when this n***a lock in, bet they gon' dread it
Just forget it, I'm over ya heads, huh, I'm close to the ledge
[Chorus]
Masterpiece
If I would die tragically
Then you would see the craft in me, it's a masterpiece
All these artists ain't half of me
'Cause I do this shit masterfully, it's a masterpiece
Huh, a masterpiece

[Verse 2]
Let me paint...
Picture me hiding behind a verse
No days off when it's time to supply the work
Thoughts of them old folks dying inside a church
That's why I spend it all
'Cause you never see a U-Haul riding behind a hearse
You can't take it with you when lying inside the dirt
In a room full of snakes, beware of the liars first
The jealous ones next, but most of 'em die of thirst
When it comes to the naked truth, I address the entire earth, huh
It's the wild wild west, and I'm Wyatt Earp
I could try my best, but am I the first?
I defied my death, but I might be cursed
So in death, I'm still born like a baby who died at birth, huh
You can Google and try and search
But the shit that I speak about got them people on high alert
Some people want Trump dead
But it's bigger than Hip-Hop, I believe in a dead Pres'
I believe in a dead Pres', yeah
[Chorus]
Masterpiece
If I would die tragically
Then you would see the craft in me, it's a masterpiece
All these artists ain't half of me
'Cause I do this shit masterfully
It's a masterpiece, a masterpiece