Portrait of a Master Piece Songtext
von The D.O.C.

C′mon
Yeah, c'mon
Ah, c′mon
Yeah, c'mon

Let's take a trip, but not of the physical
Sense of direction on a kid who′s artistical
Through a gallery of sorts, of course it′s dope
Hangin' tough, like the name on my rope
Watch and be wary of stutter step lyrical poise
A musical massacre of inadequate noise
By the, new authority, ′cause a majority
Of peers, who hear, will award superiority


To those who know, you knew, now it's inevitable
I laid the track and it′s simply unforgettable
Time has told me, better than gold, I sold
And the point has been proven, so it's a new episode
So like, see if you can grasp upon yet another one
Take it to the everyday, like is done the sun
Words connected, up to another degree
And I′m the artist who painted this, portrait of a

Masterpiece, it's unquestionable
That lyrically the D.O.C.'s a professional
Nothin′ explicit to prohibit you from listenin′ up
Crisp and clean, but I don't mean 7.UP
Rather stylistic, but don′t get frantic or panic
It's just a man on a mission, wit′ somethin' more in the attic
Than just the ordinary, boring very, few
Do unto the mic, as the D-O to the C, you

Made the choice, so there′s no need to pretend
I'm on the ascend, not knowin' where the elevator ends
But in the time between I′m spendin′
Play it strong, ride it like it's never endin′
Keep creatin', while suckers are hatin′, and I'll
Keep the upper hand, ′cause they're as smart as Gomer Pyle
No one can handle, the physical torture
Of bein' taken out, no matter what, I′ll support ya


Goals and dreams, although it seems, it won′t
Come true, all of that is up to you, yo
But if you can't handle
You need to jet, ′cause rap's like a gamble
Basically outspoken, keepin′ 'em chokin′ on
What you would call, yo, a hell of a rap song
Doin' it forever, together wit' Dre, it′ll never
Cease, money and records like portrait of a

Masterpiece, now I′m exceptional
Instead of the norm, walkin' and holdin′ my testicles
Smooth for a sec, spell out what it means
To be dope, the D-O to the C, they can't cope
Feel the real, yo, it′s better 'cause I had to be
Better than any per se majority
Negative never, I′m all about a positive force
If you recall, it's the D.O.C. yo I'm the boss

That much greater, is Dre upon the fader
Pump the bass, at the pace
Most liked by the D.O.C., and this is it
′Cause when it′s hype, then I feel that it's the shit
Word, never would I stop, or drop the beat
I will, especially when out to kill
I′m an annihilator, standin' a full 6′ 3"
And I really don't think you wanna deal wit′ me
Potrait of a

Hold on Dre stop the beat, let me catch my breath
'Ey yo man, why ya stoppin' that was funky
To catch my breath
Aight you got it?
Yeah
Kick it

Strong, blowin′ kiss into the wind
The D.O.C., in fact, to attack the wiggy wack
Then take the rightful place, at a rightful time
The D-O to the C and it′s mine
Move, 'cause no one′s gonna take the spot
It's new and improved, why, ′cause it's the diggy diggy D.O.C

Yeah that′s cool, let's go to the next record