Hulk Hogan & Crack - Mickey Factz

Do you feel that the public has insulted your art?

Uh, no

Why not?

Uh, well, I hadn’t thought about it

It doesn’t bother you at all then?

Uh, No

Well, do you think they’re showing a lack of appreciation for what pop art

means?

Uh, no

Andy, do you think that pop art has sorta reached the point where its becoming

repetitious now?

Uh, yes

Do you think it should break away from being pop art?

Uh, no

Are you just going to carry on?

Uh, yes

The 1st MauSe to write soundtracks for your eyes

Spray can on the ground, that’s my supply

From an era where you found crack all the time

Fiends gotta buy they child back for a dollar sign

Ha, They sold kids for a dope binge

Family tree branch broken, no timbs

Most men, made girls sell they own skin

I chose pens, a street artist who wrote gems

Gold rims on the 89 bm dub

A-Team on the screen, Mr. T was thug

18 with a dream, no sleeping drug

Lemme tell ya, lemme tell ya what I’m dreaming of

Gallery space

Walls get removed from the palette’s I make

Lost in a groove of reality, wait!

Its for ya eye balls

I’m from New york son, thought I remind yall

I’m from the era of Hulk Hogan & Crack

I’m from the era of Hulk Hogan & Crack

I’m from the era of Hulk Hogan & Crack

Hulk Hogan & Crack, Hulk Hogan & Crack

I’m from the era of Hulk Hogan & Crack

I’m from the era of Hulk Hogan & Crack

I’m from the era of Hulk Hogan & Crack

Hulk Hogan & Crack, Hulk Hogan & Crack

Polo got boosted out of every store

Train cars had a mural on every door

I had one rope chain I was very poor

But dudes in the dope game gave me many more

Guy named Mike Tyson gotta fast right

My cash tight, ducking guard with their flashlights

My tape popped in my walk-man, that’s twice

I seen a virgin last night, hit a glass pipe

(Shutters)

It took her brain off

Chopped the top of my can, had a spray off

Came off with my fire like I was laid off

Lemme tell ya, lemme tell ya how I made off

Sneakers tied tight

Ink from the question mark dripped on my Nike’s

Security guards tried to stop my bike

No hope for em

Kicked his ass in his leg and I broke on em

I looked up to Dwight Gooden as a Mets fan

Parties at the Mudd Club was the best, man

Juan Dubose Dj’ing the best jams

I was telling Kenny Scharf bout my next plan

It was tighter than a Jake The Snake head lock

And I was higher than a Hulk Hogan leg drop

Catch me at the pop shop with the best top

Art is life, let the rest watch

MauSe

Once I left home, ya know, I started doing all that drinking and throwing

bottles and all that kinda stuff

Yea, And uh, And drawing on the streets?

Yea

For all my hulk-a-maniacs, that have stuck with me through the thick and thin,

trained, said their prayers and eat your vitamins, be a survivor man.

Don’t smoke its a joke!