The Artivist, by Brock Seals

The Artivist

by Brock Seals

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1.	Genesis 03:26	lyrics	buy track
[Verse 1] Listen You a artist or a activist Pick one How do you find your happiness When shit get done I find delight in results Like Biden did with votes I got infinite terms Not elected its earned I’m bodying these tracks and it ain’t fair Same way they selling bodies on Wayfair Why so serious Seals Don't take it there This shit getting nuts Better grow a pair Shit get swept under the rug like old dust Nobody takes the blame, many answers they owe us So many gems in my mind it’s like a gold rush And when they mention paint A nigga soundin' like the Cold crush This the product of applied pressure This what u call divine setup Instead of giving up, you don’t let up If that back door don’t got no knob Then it’s a setup Adversity in my face I sidestep You don’t kick it how we kick it Your shit wide left I don’t flex like all of my shit the livest Cause Reality a hard pill to digest Still In the trenches I swoop ru up out the projects It ain't about where you at physically It’s all about yo mindset Babies gettin' hit by stray bullets We ain’t made no progress The real change gonna happen within I’m being honest [Interlude] [Verse 2] Fuck the questions time to find answers No more asking for permission Free mex out the slammer I never lived in fear even Too busy gettin ample But we gon make outta here Pardon my country grammar I’m ridin' round my city and my windows ain’t got no tint Wit 2 mill worth of art in the trunk I swear look like a easy lick It ain’t no necessity but I do suggest it I ain’t worried bout no static I got good reception Don’t triad and that’s word to austo We Got ammo by the bulk like we work at Costco I got hitters on deck like I play for the cardinals I spent a fortune on my rollout shit like 30 car notes This shit here for takin Look at the time you wasting The play don’t care who make it I was lost all in my thoughts like why I ain’t on Shit is crazy Outta all the shit I went thru I could’ve folded But I embraced it I was trapped in that dorm room Now my studio Hella spacious Still post on Jesse Jackson But I won’t stop till we get acres I’m bout to buy some vacos on the north cuz it’s plenty If you know like I know They try to gentrify the city Kick you out ya home and move you all out to the county If you Black in America on your head is a bounty And ima speak my mind therefore I’m a easy target If I don’t die an Artivist I’ll probably die a martyr
2.	Pardon My Melanin 03:03	lyrics	buy track
[Verse 1] In a little city called Jennings where ya find me Where I learned the hustle and finance Yeen been fucked up yeen been down bad I can’t relate to ya clown ass Just some young niggas We was trapped in the matrix Blue pill all we needed was some patience Painted on the Bando my city need a facelift I just hope the youth will embrace it Made a lot of money off the shit that I been painting My wrist shine I don’t even need a bracelet Make it out the city you gon probably need a plug Type of shit is rare cause it really ain’t no love I ain’t talkin riri but Niggas movin fenty Junkies up early spending they last penny Pops use to jugg he was Moving with the semi Police at the visit every time he would see me [Hook] You just one swerve away from crashing out You was one fit away from spazzing out Judge got life sentences and he pass them out Ain’t no need in calling for the pastor now Pour up my pain watch me drown in it Life ain’t been fair cuz I’m brown-skinned Pardon my melanin My melanin [Verse 2] Lil black boy you gon rap or go to the league Please Tell me that I can achieve Maybe ill grow up I’ll own my own gallery I’ll pay myself fuck a salary Equal opportunity man that shit a false reality Type of shit that will FUCK up your sanity Hop in the whip do the dash down 70 Hoping that the stans don’t flag me If they pull me over gotta act all casually Hate to be a victim of brutality Just a little insight on how we was brought up We was really different but they never really taught us Single parent home all we missin was a father Didn’t make a difference young nigga still prosper A positive product of my environment If you been watching I kno it’s inspiring [Hook x2] You just one swerve away from crashing out You was one fit away from spazzing out Judge got life sentences and he pass them out Ain’t no need in calling for the pastor now Pour up my pain watch me drown in it Life ain’t been fair cuz I’m brown skinned Pardon my melanin My melanin You just one swerve away from crashing out You was one fit away from spazzing out Judge got life sentences and he pass them out Ain’t no need in calling for the pastor now Pour up my pain watch me drown in it Life ain’t been fair cuz I’m brown skinned Pardon my melanin My melanin
3.	Pure Expression 04:03	lyrics	buy track
[Chorus] Out of body Out of mind Running fast Outta time Keep it goin' Ignore the hate Outsiders can't relate Fuel the fire Fuel the fire Fuel the fire Fuel the fire Let it fuel the fire Fuel the fire Fuel the fire Fuel the fire [Verse 1] The time invested My mind infected Wit success and Monte Carlo SS My brown skin recessive That from my ancestors I’m filled with the rage But it ain’t no pressure I paint any texture Shout out my collectors My pleasure The be Basquiat successor I was just sweeping up floors dog Now I jugg prints like I'm Warhol Art can be ya greatest investment So is you gon buy this shit or naw I don’t mean to really force y’all But if you got money support all [Refrain] You Say what u want because this art is subjective Keeper of the time so my paintbrush reflect it You will fall in love once you find out the message It’s deeper than colors, this be pure expression [Chorus] Out of body Out of mind Running fast Outta time Keep it goin' Ignore the hate Outsiders can't relate Fuel the fire Fuel the fire Fuel the fire Fuel the fire Let it fuel the fire Fuel the fire Fuel the fire Fuel the fire [Interlude] [Outro] I met a Capricorn She took my world by storm I go to war bout that one It’s only right I bear arm I guess I got it wit charm And we ain’t talking about no bracelets Let’s leave earth bae here’s a spaceship Got reservations so it ain’t no waitlist Come live ya wildest dreams We do that shit by any means Got blue strips inside these jeans Just stick right beside your king Cuz when the smoke clears Guess who still here I replace all ya fears With brilliant ideas They can tell I ain’t from here They say I move different True rager couple screws missing Trans am with the roof missing That’s a T top When the fiends out We put heat to pots Sold a canvas twice That’s a re rock (re rock repeated) Profit put me somewhere Where the trees not Talking Ocean views With a beach front
4.	Stack, Pray, Stay Out the Way 02:32	lyrics	buy track
[Intro] I get the Guap and I’m gone Ain’t no reason to prolong You niggas stuck in the past Me, I been stuck in the zone What’s the move Show and prove Break the rules Shake the room What’s the move Show and prove Break the rules Shake the room [Chorus] I get the Guap and I’m gone Ain’t no reason to prolong You niggas stuck in the past Me, I been stuck in the zone So I stack, pray, stay out the way Young Artivist I’m filled with that rage Running a marathon this ain’t no race If you think different you stuck in a maze [Verse 1] My intuition just knows best I’m addicted to the progress Can’t nothing fuck with my focus So I operate under no stress Me and my team get more checks Say seals ain’t on deck you don’t know shit I leave em sleep buenas noches I’m straight from the J how ya notice Counting sheep I’m bound to be On the brink of doing shit you never seen Importantly I'm abnormally That’s every time Sinclair recording me Listen, I shake the room Aye the shrooms Hate to assume y’all ain’t hip Or just ain’t in tune The gems be droppin' Broken watches Lint and wallets I’m in the pocket The paint Ben Wallace [Chorus] I get the Guap and I’m gone Ain’t no reason to prolong You niggas stuck in the past Me, I been stuck in the zone So I stack, pray, stay out the way Young Artivist I’m filled with that rage Running a marathon this ain’t no race If you think different you stuck in a maze [Verse 2] Look every nigga with me solid Stackin this cheddar just made a deposit Dripping in paint see I don’t need a stylist Venues be trippin' cause we steady wilding My nigga you can’t control the rage This shit for life ain’t no phase Been like this shit since a young age I cannot change I’m stuck in my ways Riding down J road and I seen Spaceship Shit so close I can damn near taste it Coult on thrid all we need a base hit Let my work talk I don’t really gotta say shit Been down before and I don’t really want to go back Bout to turn the city up with that Cardinal collab Squad goin' crazy like niggas off Prozac Bringing the spirit back like an orange and white throwback I’m jumpin' off of the arch Ima gymnast when it come to art Canvas be flipping like I’m in Olympics I need me an Emmy well I play my part I’m posted in fairground park Sunday evening Sun is beaming I’m parked I’m revving my engine just so they can listen A limit edition no regular cars I get the Guap and I’m gone
5.	The Dean Collection 03:20	lyrics	buy track
[Intro] When I’m in up in blick gotta drop a bag 2 bands on the canvas can you do the math Another 2 for the profit put it in the stash Yea that Oil dry slow but it sell fast High-class art shit Put it on display If you ain’t juggin it Then you in the way Junkies on the line so it’s time to make a play Art dealing player I say all we move is weight [Verse 1] Flipping art off the wall that canvas doing gymnastics I need a bigger studio this shit gettin' bananas Never stopped painting wasn’t fond of being stagnant This is how it be when you play the cards you get handed No, I ain’t have no handouts This the shit you can't doubt In a museum full of work I bet this shit is gonna stand out No nickels or dimes you gonna have to pull them bands out We ain't with the small talk so please shut your damn mouth Took a trip to the palazzo Cause Paper chasing my motto My name live in household I live the life of Picasso Pop the top off the clicquot Count another C note Look at the shit that we sold Got mo on deck time to reload Got it on deck if we ever got war Please stay tuned for the shit we got in store If you an art addict then that’s who I do it for Self-made boss baby come and get employed [Chorus] When I’m in up in blick gotta drop a bag 2 bands on canvas can u do the math Another 2 for the profit put in the stash Yea that Oil dry slow but it sell fast High-class art shit Put it on display If you ain’t juggin it Then you in the way Junkies on the line so it’s time to make play Art dealing player I say all we move is weight [Verse 2] Deadline in a day I don’t feel no pressure Pilates with that paint all I do is stretch it Create them 1 of 1s everything is special If they can’t get on board they try to finesse you I might open a factory like I’m Warhol Self-made boss straight up out the war zone I’m makin' plays on each piece I put my paws on We goin' global nigga I’m on what Kaws on And I travel the world for some exposure Lock myself in the studio for some closure So much range in my paint I bought me a rover We in the back of wit pack we blowing doja Pep talk with the gang say neva fold bro It’s some niggas in here giving cold shoulders Before I build with some bums I’ll be a loner Can’t give boss game to a nigga don’t wanna be owner [Refrain] Ion deal with losses Only build wit bosses Displayed on museum walls or in them auctions Bausqi got the fame do you see what it cost em Wherever the piece land it’s a wheel of fortune [Chorus] When I’m in up in blick gotta drop a bag 2 bands on canvas can you do the math Another 2 for the profit put in the stash Yea that Oil dry slow but it sell fast High-class art shit Put it on display If you ain’t juggin it Then you in the way Junkies on the line so it’s time to make play Art dealing player I say all we move is weight
6.	The Artivist 05:05	lyrics	buy track
[Verse 1] Welcome to square one Back against the wall No one else to call All your options you done failed em Gotta do something new Cause you too comfortable Thought your rep alone would carry you A high rise is a quicker fall With no foundation you done lost it all All your attention when to the broads And you lost yourself chasing a mirage Time to whip them gears into motion My whole life I been roller coasting I’m used to the valleys & the peaks But I ain’t been this low in bout 50 weeks I don’t even dream when I got to sleep Probably cuz the weed fuck with how I think I gotta develop a new perception But I got the aim like a Smith and Wesson And when they spin the block better duck your head It ain’t gotta be ya beef for you to end up dead It’s annihilation with retaliation This ain’t fascinating You just fabricated First I See a lick now I’m salivating I’ll hit it with the proper preparation Bet I bring the drama I’m so dedicated With a four-door Chevy to my destination Equipped with tools and hammers like we renovating We gon fuck this shit up with no hesitation [Pre-Chorus] Lately, I been reminiscing watching time past If you knew you was driving to your death would you drive fast I see homeless men on the street, it’s hard to drive past That could easily be me shit I’m being honest I’m tryna be introspective I just hope your ears receptive Being the change I want to see You can’t help but respect it 2011 seals Finally found his purpose Cause back then I was barely Scratching the surface I can only imagine what’s ahead of me A young nigga I’m just tryna build a legacy And I ain’t religious but I just painted a church I got angels around me Broke the generation curse [Chorus] Shackles off my feet Shackles off my feet I wanna run up them bands Shackles off off my feet Shackles off off my feet Everybody raise up ya hands Shackles off my feet Shackles off my feet I wanna run up them bands Shackles off off my feet Shackles off off my feet Everybody raise up ya hands Shackles off my feet I spilt paint all in the street In front of the city hall I bet the mayor mad at me But that’s the type of shit you do When you want change drastically Brought it to reality Then Added tenacity To the ones on the frontline Who done put in all that time This shit gon change for the better Or we’ll burn all this shit down Like we did in 2014 Now let’s get reacquainted Grabbed my brush started creating From then I was activated I was lost but then I was found Right back in my hometown Not a dollar to my name and my back against the wall Out the dirt like a pitchers mound To the ones on the frontline Who done put in all that time This shit gon change for the better Or we’ll burn all this shit down [Outro] Shackles off my feet Shackles off my feet I wanna run up them bands Shackles off off my feet Shackles off off my feet Everybody raise up ya hands Shackles off my feet Shackles off my feet I wanna run up them bands Shackles off off my feet Shackles off off my feet Everybody raise up ya hands

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released March 4, 2021

The Artivist by Brock Seals
Executive Producer: N. S. Steensma
℗ Art By Seals 2021

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Brock Seals

Brock Seals is a multi-faceted artist whose creativity spans many different mediums, including his skills as a Hip-Hop artist and songwriter as well as a heralded painter and designer. Having captured the attention of many, including the likes of Erykah Badu, Dapper Dan, Nipsey Hussle, and many more. ... more