Lyrics:
Hello Mr. Editor
Let My mixture remain inside your glossy magazine
Do You Like the speed and dynamism
Mass communication and information technology
continuously grave today
Toxic associations posing like they're virtuous
They just want to bleed us dry, so superfluous
Parasitic entities, all of them, face it
Don't take, don't take, don't break my amateur art
Ne te moques pas, te fous pas, te fous pas, casses pas
Ne plaisantes pas avec mon art
We're
I buy a gun
Born and raised to be a competitor
Trying to be front page without paying the editor
Past minimum wage but I owe these creditors
Time my
Association bienfaisante et charitable
Et redoutable de
Bienfaisance de charité et de redoutabilité
Le malheureux peintre de la réalité
Se trouve soudain alors
with John Kelly, editor of
Yeats' letters, discussions and notes from a Valentine Cunningham
of Oxford, a note from Michel Butor, and other old letters
frock thing
The nips may be good but that grilled cheese was a mess
Gordon! Ramsay
Your YouTube editor's a genius
They meme you harder than you'd ream us
energy
Re-supply
So you guys find the source
Deep inside
I feel can the vibe
Everytime I hear the adhan
It's like a fractal perfected
When I hear the art
qu'a réponse à tout, Panam All Staz, et ouais frelot
J'veux faire de ma vie une putain d'œuvre d'art
P'tit con, il faudrait plus qu'une vie tragique
Pride myself on my language arts, i mean
That's what i dropped out of school for
Long nights, it keeps me company
Throws on gas when I'm out
trying to make art, mother fucker; you're trying to find a rhyme for erection
I'm sorry, man! No, I'm fucking not! F*ck you
You're second class! That's why
attention to the art shit
Pay attention to the artefact
It's iconic how I grasp it (Shit)
I'd take a letter to the editor (Editor)
But I know he'd probably
Nalive that trapstar lifestyle
Naservive Na Hii art Niko versatile
Nathrive sijasmike for a while
Drive imejaa classics na mistari kwa file
Nalive
répand la peur l’association de malfaiteurs
Tu les vois qu’ils passent faut que tu te casse si tu leurs fait face accroche ton cœur
Moi j’ai vu Pain,
got Adidas
You can't defeat us so just back up off the metaphor
The Boogie Banger tell me what the hell's the art for?
Yiggity yeah
try to roof you
Our youth is dead to us, they call us stupid predators
Stupid words from the President's mouth, where are his editors?
Antarctica is
Oakland A's though, shout out the Bay though
I think I'm on my eighth flow, just watch me paint flow
We all do it for the art so I can never hate though
But I'm sick enough to walk into an art gallery and piss on a Picasso
Crack statues, rub my balls on her face, shit on it, and throw it at you
So when
good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Berlin.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Brooklynites in
good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Berlin.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Brooklynites in
good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Berlin.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Brooklynites in
got Adidas
You can't defeat us so just back up off the metaphor
The Boogie Banger, tell me what the hell's the art for?
Yiggity yeah
Euh, ils les font sortir
Euh, c'est une association pour représenter
Euh, l'art et la culture
Euh, j'ai beaucoup de chance"
"Pourquoi t'as de la
before, this is the art of war
I say I swoop down on the party like a preda-tor
Yo, somebody call The Source edi-tor ('tor)
And tell 'em give me mics, give
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