Lyrics:
a Botticelli, You're Keats, You're Shelley,
You're Ovaltine.
You're a boon, You're the dam at Boulder,
You're the moon over Mae West's shoulder.
I'm a nominee
a Botticelli, You're Keats, You're Shelley,
You're Ovaltine.
You're a boon, You're the dam at Boulder,
You're the moon over Mae West's shoulder.
I'm a nominee
ain't up to par
I get niggas for cash, clothes, jeweleries, plus cars
I'm talkin' rent money, I'm talkin' bank money
I'm talkin' Martha Keats step
a Botticelli, You're Keats, You're Shelley,
You're Ovaltine.
You're a boon, You're the dam at Boulder,
You're the moon over Mae West's shoulder.
I'm a nominee
a Botticelli, You're Keats, You're Shelley,
You're Ovaltine.
You're a boon, You're the dam at Boulder,
You're the moon over Mae West's shoulder.
I'm a nominee
You're the top!
You're a hot tamale.
You're an angel, you,
Simply too, too, too diveen,
You're a Boticcelli,
You're Keats,
You're Shelly!
either, you do something else that neither likes at all
You want to talk of Keats or Milton
She only wants to talk of love
You go to see a play
a Botticelli, You're Keats, You're Shelley,
You're Ovaltine.
You're a boon, You're the dam at Boulder,
You're the moon over Mae West's shoulder.
I'm a nominee
and believe me, eau
Sophocles, also Sappho-ho
Unless you know Shelley and Keats and Pope
Dainty Debbies will call you a dope
But the poet of them all
Who
linen
I'm just tryn' take you out that don't take much
Throw a few bills on a quick lunch
I know we just met but my name's Keats all up in ya city
Mort, red as your way out,
red abort, red as pleasure, traitor, red flavor, red as walls,
smog, red silos, red stone, red sheets, read Keats, red sunset,
Heaven's sake
We riot in our quiet streets
We riot in our quiet streets
While reading Shelley, Wordsworth, Keats
We pay for stuff and get receipts
El ironman yah,
El dams yah
Ya, dimelo Iron
Renex beats yah
My nigga records
Es keat
El flow no falla
I love you iron
wilde
Come on Gershwin
Let's call Porter
Maybe Duke
Could show some style
Call up Shakespeare
Bring on Byron
We need Shelley
And maybe Keats
Come
wanna know about her personality
Every time she parts her lips
I think I'll finally get to grips
With a piece of literature
Like Joyce or Keats or Bill
has something else in mind,
and so rather than do either you do something else
that neither likes at all You want to talk of Keats and Milton,
she
There'll be fruit on the tree
And a shore by the sea
There'll be crumpets and tea without you
Art and music will thrive without you
Somehow Keats will
was so romantic
The best ones to describe it would be Byron or Keats
Our love was so gigantic
Vaster than the biggest brontosaurus’s feet
But you had
wrote a story from a barstool
And Keats from the top of a hill
So I'm going to save my special song for you
From a grave where it's quiet and it's chill
they always tryna put us niggas down
Why they always tryna kill us niggas now
Uh run around
Why they always tryna get the run around
Why they Keats tryna
theirs a party at Keats later on from the looks of it You know It's gonna be lit
I member that time that girl flashed me her tit
I wished that i signed
Scrivo pezzi per 'ste miss, tu vuoi credermi
Sono il poeta di sta vita come Jonh Keats
Ho la terza media con la scuola della vie, piango, solojamie
Left our other lives
Far behind
Amy
What if I
Say
Something out of Keats?
What if I
Lay
Diamonds at your feet
For you?
Only for a night
Just let
played
lowered me slowly to my grave
The prose that Keats and Yates would save
was for King and Queen not knave
I have no poem that describes my charm
No
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