Lyrics:
of the Smithsonian
(Night at the Museum)
Night at the Museum
Battle of the Smithsonian
Rated PG
May 22nd
Night at the Museum (AUGH)
Night at the Museum
Battle
Come on down t' the big dig
Come on down t' the big dig
Come on t' the big dig
Singin' the Smithsonian Institute blues
Singin' the Smithsonian
Call the Smithsonian I made a discovery
Life ain't forever and lunch isn't free
Loved ones will break your heart with or without you
Turns out we
on Saturn
If this was my last call
It'd be to you
If this was my last submission
Put it in the Smithsonian
Right in between Emmett's body and Emmitt's cleats
Smithsonian
If he talk he'll never be known again
The top my only podium
New crib got three custodians
They hate me so I show 'em up
Did it on my own, no lonely
when you're cold.
Oh yeah you're cold.
Popsicle loving, pie crusts,
Promises, ice cream kisses
That I'm really gonna miss you.
Smithsonian
history gigantic human bones have been found
The Smithsonian exists to turn the story around
On us they clown
Manufacturing bones to go with their stories
to linoleum
Swipe those
Place 'em on display at the Smithsonian
Next to only gems
That were left behind
By holy men
Infectious
Charisma of those who gave
The newest zone I'm in
I'm like Smithsonian nigga, fuck it call me Napoleon
Wave the torch, cut the head off the Leviathan
The terminology I'm rhyming in
got a Wessun if you riff
I'm a nigga with soul, my last name should be Smith-sonian
I'm gassin' girls heads, just like petroleum
Get em ready
arctic world
I don't want to breathe that Smithsonian air
I don't want to listen when they toll the bell
'Cause I can't take another industrial feast
got a Wessun if you riff
I'm a nigga with soul, my last name should be Smith-sonian
I'm gassin' girls heads, just like petroleum
Get em ready
Underneath the city lies the ruin of mankind
The excavation was a financial success
With artifacts of gold
The arrowheads went straight to the Smithsonian
quicker
Uh, ay, yo (I'm magnificent)
The big homie in The Smithsonian
I'm an ox, so the box niggas can't throw me in
The punishment I'ma hit 'em with
Check
Puffin' on stramonium
Underground like potholes but going fossil
These bars like art in the Smithsonian
These flows is for custodians,
seen the president's penis?"
"It ain't in the congress or judiciary
It ain't in the Smithsonian or that big ole library
An astronomer claims it was
and I can see what rap can be glorious
Put in the Smithsonian my podiums for holy hymns
But you see who's controlling them
Fuck myself off 'cause
Marble, tabletop elegance, Parker Posey, Peter, New York elements
Par irrelevance, Smithsonian twice
Pardon your feigned ignorance, bitch, pardon your
los Smithsonians
Si yo les caigo mal pues besemen el Nie (El que!?)
El Nie, N-I-E (Entre medio del, del, el Nie!)
Perdonen si mi letra es sucia
Pero
fans demand it and you'll never understand it
When I die no lie plan on mass pandemonium
They may display my brain in a pickle jar at the Smithsonian
at the Smithsonian
Your rhymes are phonier than cubic zirconias
Have you any idea what I do to crews like you
How many niggaz in my career, I ran through?
little, powderlike crystals, so I can sniff you
What I say should be displayed at the Smithsonian
Your rhymes are phonier than cubic zirconias
Have
barber shape-ups
Marble, tabletop elegance, Parker Posey, Peter, New York elements
Par for relevance, Smithsonian twice
Pardon your feigned ignorance,
missed the unveiling
I guess I can make believe
I’m not disappointed
Things aren’t what they seemed
They want to display you
Inside the Smithsonian
Your
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