Documented by Erikson Corniel, Scene 4 takes us on a bombing session, with MauSe commentating on his displeasure of the current political climate in the 1980's. Co-Starring the nation's president Ronald Reagan, MauSe uses the cities landscape as his own personal canvas.

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  • Da_Father

    Can't wait to see the film from which the soundtrack represents..

  • doom

    Just as well he can rap cos he graf skills leave a lot to be desired!

  • Some guy

    Fuckin toy

  • The Delorean Driver

    MauSe
    Fumes from the paint can, slither through the night
    Tunes from a wast land, visionary light
    I’m giving people life from the mouth of a reaper
    I’m like Malcolm The Teacher, announced through the speaker
    My father taught me that buying a house is procedure
    And beds are a privilege when a couch cushions cheaper
    Sleeping on the floor isn’t a doubtful procedure
    When your dreams are the reality of doubt to receivers
    Leaving my mark, in a literary state
    On buildings and estates, no filters for my paint
    I’m filming what I make
    Dark clothes on, what I throw on, these pilgrims wanna hate
    On the pillars that I make
    A gathering for my comrades
    Passionate what I forecast
    Question Marks on they forehead
    Looking at me when they walk past
    Outlaw throwing the law out
    There’s an out-pour of what I thought out
    Cops got me all sought out
    Cause my work now get me more clout
    Building my name up, never thought it get like this
    Yall do the same stuff, Yall ain’t see no shit like this
    Remain humble through it all, man I don’t bogart
    Remember my past life and that helps me go so hard
    Sleeping on benches, the stenches from the bums are so relentless
    But so is my drive, my hearts an engine
    Fuel, labored so long fingers that draw what I have viewed
    My table is gone, eat on the floor while I chew
    Young Panther looking at the front pagers
    The Basquiat’s, The Warhol’s, all the plush painters
    Inspiration on a daily basis
    I copped a can and went bombing like Hiroshima in train stations
    Last name numerical
    Question what I’m telling you
    I’ll question plus riddle you like Batman in the physical
    Think about it, and keep it with you like a souvenir
    And when you do come find me, I’ll be in Union Square