Lyrics:
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
I find no claim to fame
I wove my tales in threads of gold
But the tapestry of dreams grew cold
Each stitch unraveling each knot undone
In
that
As an extra exhibit to what's already within it
The gallery's like the wall space
So I made a gallery of galleries made of all space
If it was
Low battery
Mili my salary
My flows are art
In the gallery
Were going hard
Call the cavalry
Eatin good we
Put in the calories
Low battery
All in my
foes and memories
You goin' see me in galleries
The gold chains and rosaries
Say bye to my enemies
I leave you my legacy
This that
Mamba Mentality
My
a picture with every rhyme that I speak in
Yeah, the gallery is the beat then I... I... I... I...
Yes, ladies and gentlemen
We have a special guest for you
the digital gold
Just for the digital gold
Check it
No frame for this love we paint
Just a gallery of moments that our hearts retain
What's love Why hope
life) deconstruction primitive performance photo-realist
(Bet your life) be-bop or a one-drop or a hip-hop lite-pop-metallist
(Bet your life) gold adult
The Rhude, the Gallery, the PA
The Rhude
Rhude, that's my
Rhude, that's my play clothes, mm mm
Wait, that's my bank roll, mm mm
That ain't
He 50 shades of me his gallery.
You should call that Malary
Say he wanna bow fa me
He Wanna leave the town with me
Wanna make a child with me
Say
To paint a picture with every rhyme I speak in,
Yeah, the gallery is the beat and I..
I...
I...
I...
[Mike - Spoken]
Yeah ladies and gentlemen, we have
rhyme that I speak in
Yeah, the gallery is the beat then I... I... I... I...
Yes, ladies and gentlemen
We have a special guest for you this evening
And he likes to relate his success on the halls
Where the gallery once gave him seven cat calls
But his grandest creation as he loves to tell
Was
the sure-shot, the principal
Issuing discipline, sittin’
On a goldmine that rests between my hairlines
A gold nugget that shines
Through these rhymes
So emcees
to relate his successes on the halls
Where the gallery once gave him seven cat calls
But his greatest creation as he love to tell
Was Firefrorefiddle,
paint my masterpiece
Come now it's my introduction
A performance of destruction
Crescendos with mass abduction
I'm a virtuoso time to start the show
See
Gold in all my body hoe
[Verse 2]
Gold in all my body VVS and ‘raris
My live performance is crazy
People goin’ crazy
Cuz I make yo favorite rapper
acted with Tree
And he likes to relate his success on the halls
Where the gallery once gave him seven cat calls
But his grandest creation as he loves
[Intro: Shaggy]
Sexy, hot!
I love your style girl,
put it on me
Brian and Tony Gold let the ladies know,
they got it goin on
Uh! Shaggy!!
[Chorus:
their cry
snarl to see us spurring by
times are bad and travel slow
O we have far to go!
SOPRANOS (IN GALLERY)
We mourn our boys, our missing sons!
We
& it's gold
So let's compete
Never thought I'd see the day
You got our love on instant replay
You got my heart
And won the first place
Champion
My champion
("When we get methamphetamine in the lab
Acutely, it improves cognitive performance
Now when you look at some of the
Brain imaging studies we have
that's you in the gallery
You see some of them kind of hate that you up in this place with me
I know she a gold digger
I know she a gold digger
I know
the dance halls and the galleries
Or betting in the OTB
Synchronized like magic
Good friends, you and me
The sun goes down in Jersey
Rises over Little
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