Enough Is Enough

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Masaccio (UK: , US: , Italian: [maˈzattʃo]; December 21, 1401 – summer 1428), born Tommaso di Ser Giovanni di Simone, was a Florentine artist who is regarded as the first great Italian painter of the Quattrocento period of the Italian Renaissance. According to Vasari, Masaccio was the best painter of his generation because of his skill at imitating nature, recreating lifelike figures and movements as well as a convincing sense of three-dimensionality. He employed nudes and foreshortenings in his figures. This had seldom been done before him.The name Masaccio is a humorous version of Maso (short for Tommaso), meaning "clumsy" or "messy" Tom. The name may have been created to distinguish him from his principal collaborator, also called Maso, who came to be know… more »

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Get so high I can’t feel a thing
Go ahead numb the pain
This ain’t novocaine
Mixin’ medical whiskey in my cup
Eatin’ edibles learn to let it go
Yeah I’m fed up
Count my bread up
Yeah you talk too much
Enough is enough
You ain’t sayin' none
I ain’t playin' none
Whatchu sayin' huh
You ain’t sayin' none
The baby growin’ up ain’t slowin’ huh
Quit football they owe too much
Fed up rather run my bread up
Dead presidents ask Larenz it’s evident no offense
Close case it’s everything
Cash rules everything
Might be my medicine
Shit it’s relevant
For living elegant black skin heavenly
Scenery match my melanin
How I represent
Eastside my residence
Get so high I can’t feel a thing
Go ahead numb the pain
This ain’t novocaine
Mixin’ medical whiskey in my cup
Eatin’ edibles learn to let it go
Yeah I’m fed up
Count my bread up
Yeah you talk too much
Enough is enough
You ain’t sayin' none
I ain’t playin' none
Whatchu sayin' huh
You ain’t sayin' none
Nice to asshole
Forward now I backstroke
Get off my back bitch
Ain’t lack shit
About the action
Wanna cut we can fraction
Fold 'em how I half 'em
Joker smile laughin’ flabbergasted
Runnin’ laps doin backflips
On my apple return of the mack bitch
Pretty chicks doin’ silly shit for attention
I can’t lie I paid attention
Couple homies in the trenches
F*ck the scrimmage
Gimme dough I want more
Let it go heart was frozen
Now its gold when you see it’ll glow
Ice cold as the flow
Get so high I can’t feel a thing
Go ahead numb the pain
This ain’t novocaine
Mixin’ medical whiskey in my cup
Eatin’ edibles learn to let it go
Yeah I’m fed up
Count my bread up
Yeah you talk too much
Enough is enough
You ain’t sayin' none
I ain’t playin' none
Whatchu sayin' huh
You ain’t sayin' none
Bitches think I’m out my brain insane
Kodak moments that were taken out the frame
Goin' against the grain everything to gain
Not a f*ck to give vision luxurious
Yet blurred by shit
F*ck the pigeons niggas peons
I told 'em I’m a tell em when we on
Checkmate lil pawns
Napalm why they hate on
They mistaken
They mistaken

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