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letra de project:draw - deep breez

deep breez – “project:draw”
[emcee(s): breez evahflowin’]
[producer(s): deep (of 2 hungry bros)]

[verse 1: breez evahflowin’]
i just got
it started. already bought the supplies
get to art and design, put the thought to the line
lay it out first. bubble figures, backgrounds
sp-ce for the word balloons and attack sounds
track down visual reference, then let the
pencil grip the essence of whatever it represent
twenty percent planet, twenty percent flow
fifty percent p-ssion, ten percent “go!”
i intend to animate the inanimate
handling the panels with more angles than camera get
imagine if i draw thor, go to war
best believe when the hammer break, the page and your hand’ll shake
i’m out of shape, i can’t escape. i need to
go see the doctor strange of fate
it came as an infant. i trained like a gymnast
to draw something fierce like the chains of olympus
my brain’s like a tempest (desire’s there), but ain’t
rough enough to f-ck with the (denial and fear). wild
severe, and sort of intense. as it is, i’m
afraid of the lead like the water in flint, be having
thoughts of all the attempts, and son/sun getting
stopped like it’s part of a tent (see?). see?
that part’s real depressing, part h-lla pressured
to come out of the dark like frank miller best sh-t

[hook: breez evahflowin’]
my life was
based on comics, verses, lines
marvel team-up 129
avengers annual number 10
and the legend of x-men 137
i used to wanna be an artist, an animator
i broke it down like colossus and gladiator
this irresistible force met immovable
object—the object: project:draw

[verse 2: breez evahflowin’]
see, that’s
rap. i done that. the hunger is half
what it was was the wrath of student of the cast. blast
daddy kane, masters, ill bill, c-
-rayz walz and ras k-ss at least fast as
nat off-the-tip, plus willing to bet
i’d surprise nas and jay if i repped on sh-t
but remained independent, intended to fade off
then thought, “this is not what legends are made of”
that hit me down to my core. my first love was draw
in all empty sp-ces. what i saw:
my notebooks—way before i made it to artboard
made it so my mom couldn’t throw away cardboard
now, whenever i see blank papes, i feel
crazy, on some uncle rico tapes, like, “old
man, need to heed your pace” (slow down)
‘cause things done changed since i used to throw it down

[verse 3: breez evahflowin’]
be like
“pardon me. excuse me,” grab a loose leaf, get
loose, post the piece in an artist community
board. bold steps. no risk, no regrets
come to grips with where you regressed, then refresh
reflect on the past like it’s last week
with mike davis and gil ashby
or denys cowan. the way that they got down
got pounds from young brothers trying to come up
for not a lot of dough, they helped a lot of bros
and, for that thought alone, i need to come up
with the motivation, the mentality of
hours at the table before i got a salary
student of anatomy. chief composition:
president perspective in terms of position
approaching every panel like commissions. time for
some action. time to stop fronting and bullsh-tting

- deep breez

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