Lyrics:
born to boogie
Even our old people should boogie
I'm gonna boogie
Every roadie should boogie
Every grandmother should boogie
I think the Pope could
introduced the oceans to the earth
Well whoever made the snowflakes
Made shadows where doubts lurk
I suspect an artist is at work
I know when an artist
signorini, signori
You looking a man
Who have had-a da glory
To shave-a da Pope!
Mr. Sweeney-whoever
I beg-a your pardon-'ll
Probably say it was-a only
in hidden history
The artists always spoke their people's needs
Now we're gorged upon what devils feed
In the shallow form of MTV
Telling the youth
It is funny to live in Rome and stay with the Pope
It is funny to live in Rome and to stay with the Pope
If you go to Rome, no find fault
If you
She's got everything she needs, she's an artist
She don't look back
She's got everything she needs, she's an artist
She don't look back
She can
She's got everything she needs, she's an artist
She don't look back
She's got everything she needs, she's an artist
She don't look back
She can
She's got everything she needs, she's an artist
She don't look back
She's got everything she needs, she's an artist
She don't look back
She can
will he?
And the two of you just walk through the door
You're a quick change artist
Always in the mood for a change
Baby you're a quick change
You are the one
The prophets spoke of you
You will become
The artist's style, the artist's soon
Part of something whole – the artist's style,
(You don't understand, I ain't scared of you mutha fuckas) (kick it!)
(Stir it like coffee)
The Pope
(Stir it like muthafuckin' coffee)
Yow yow aaaah out my comfort zone heh merc merc hehheh curian curian
Tmg or die nigga yow
Like a nad kidney man inoperable
Artist life artist life
artists
I'm a prisoner, a slave to this rap
Get a shovel for them cats
I will six feet deep artists
Who rap like rap is supposed to sound?
New cats
In your high hats
You priest, you mullah so high
You pope, you wise rabbi
You're invisible to me
Like vapor from the sea
I lovingly mock you
I'm easily bruised
So often in love to her flame
And the things that she's asked me to do
Will see a city of saints forgetting his name
I have
That's a mighty nice dress you got there, Mr. Pope
That's a mighty nice dress you got there, Mr. Pope
The finest things, the life of kings,
will
king
So maybe now the Pope will bow and kiss my ring
I want to be king, king, king
I swear to God
I know what I want and what I need
Oh I need
values
When you associate with secular artists in the R&B hip-hop world
Here he comes
I cannot believe the controversy shrowding this man
Mr.
Francis Bacon made a painting
Of the Nazi Pope in waiting
Existential agony
Hanging in The National Gallery
Soap and bandages from the master
We'll sue the pope
Jesus shoes
Jesus dirty books too
I wonder what will billy graham do
money like a hostage
She went ostrich, from the projects with posture
I draw with the goddess like an artist
Getting paper with no margins, money gods
I
He's got everything he needs, he's an artist, he don't look back
He's got everything he needs, he's an artist, and he don't look back
He can take
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