Dali Was Overrated, Picasso Was A Thief ft. Quietflame Lyrics

The underlying tones of these death notes

Emerge with charismatic voices

The rap can sense the moistness

From your lack of masculinity, appoint this Pen to the hip-hop hall of fame

What we call insane, we bestow as a classic

The fluid that massages my brain

Be lookin' similar to acid

The melted myriad of dreams I grasp quick

Be gettin' stored as data Transmetropolitan-esque glasses

Surveil the surveillance installed by the mayor

Fuck Eric Adams

Swine is a layer of oppressive systems, the lead overseer

Fear will not interfere with the Mayan Ghetto Gospel

Over here, over here, over here, over here

The Mayan Ghetto Gospel, over here

Significant lives only arrives as warriors and intelligent minds

To deliver the rhymes during discriminant times

If justice is blinds

Killer cops would meet the cop killers

Sippin' iced tea with Law and Order on their Criminal Minds

This wolf dick impregnates the brain of the savage citizens

In this open-air prison of poverty

America's hard for me, all types of pun intended

No pause for me, sorry killer I'm the brown gorilla blasphemy

On fire like the ancestors who denounced Christianity

On fire when they sat with me

After bein' ejected from their vessels

Their first words what a mess, dude

They explained the earth experience

The flesh nude arrival through the portal

The basic life of a mortal

The avatar expires, the energy's immortal

There's more though, there's more though

There's more though, motherfucker

What'd I tell you? There's more though

Dali was overrated, Picasso was a thief

Mami's intoxicated, the beast in me is sleep

But when we talk the art of painting the vision sits in deep catacombs

Where the teachers bless in peace

Ain't no rest for the wicked healers

No rest for the chemists who could've been but grew to drug dealers

Some audiences hear us, but they could eat a dick

Why? Cause they could never feel us

The reel us that IG couldn't capture I see humanity is fractured

But we been keepin' it together

So tell those motherfuckers to get their shit together

Get it together

Yo, this is where I talk my shit You feel me?

Talk my gangster shit

Ain't no more underground, baby boy

That shit is dead

Underground been dead

This is just some rap shit now

Like, I do the shit I love I don't even do this shit to sound hot

I don't even, I don't even be tryin' to bar the fuck up anymore

This just is what the fuck it is at this point