Beethoven's 10th (feat. David Blazer & Adam Taylor)

This song is dedicated to the cigarette smokers of Tremont and Boylston, you bitches know who you are Pitter patter april with the rain flow Chitter chatter give a damn if I say so Spread the beat it's so mayo it could pay for the rent While I play my own piano this is Beethoven's 10th Tickle ivory like my fingers were feathers Spittin irony leave the hipsters the breadcrumbs I'm more absorbed in the adroning of legends While all the hipsters chose the pigeon clothes who wore it better Yo I tripped a couple fixies in the Wills and the Wicks And then I sprinkle bit'a color on the silverest lakes Because the circle jerk of art was too entirely fucked And now they quakin to the core until the fire erupt Yo ignited the slope, they like the f*ck did pompei go I'm rewriting the code I don't give a f*ck if I say so Homie is nice when he wanna but he a scare when he isn't And I came prepared cuz I know Trump's America isn't now let's get it You can't run you can't hide Wanna live come inside You can't see witcha eyes What I see with my mind You can't run you can't hide Wanna live come inside You can't see witcha eyes What I see with my mind Yo, second verse is as insane as the first But a little bitty bit worse so ladies cling to your purse While all my fellas keep clinging to your fragile masculinity While macademix ravages with savageness in symphony I'ma keep on pushing buttons til im in the penthouse Ima dirty motha fucka and i have my bitches sent out And by that I mean I sent a little bitty to get dry cleaned She too faded off that kush man get that bitty some visine Cleanliness is to god and i be sick wit the hygiene I order drinks at the bar but I be sippin on smileys Because I got all of these bitches sending kissy emoji You can't tell it to my mistress that's a different story Man I get bitches galory almost too many to count And all the power and the glory bible read me about Man I jsut got all these apostles they been staining the glass Wit all the brains of all the haters had to pay for the sass it's Mac You can't run you can't hide Wanna live come inside You can't see witcha eyes What I see with my mind You can't run you can't hide Wanna live come inside You can't see witcha eyes What I see with my mind You can't run you can't hide Wanna live come inside You can't see witcha eyes What I see with my mind You can't run you can't hide Wanna live come inside You can't see witcha eyes What I see with my miiiiiiiind Mac I said I really need you baby Oh yeah I really need you baby I said it's getting hard to fake it, The walls are coming down and I I can't face it And I been thinking bout you lately How you was always such a lady Didn't thought I'd get crazy praying that you'll save me I, I need you baby I need you baby I need you baby Yeah yeah yeah The starving artist alone within the darkest of zones Amidst a bigger bunch of hipster fucks than barbers could clone He left his barbie to roam said leave the artist alone But when you tear apart the heart it is the art of the choke He tried to gaze upon her star turns out her garden had grown Took at look at his own and it was starving and cold It seems the brightest kinda light is always hardest to hold And art school kids are foolish because the art's overblown So i don't know where is home since I started this road And I done bargained my soul so they could carve it in gold Bitch I'm beethoven I ain't listening I'm symphon-ing You play the victim I stay sittin on this barberous throne I go Ragh Hey Yeagh