Dali Was Overrated, Picasso Was A Thief (feat. Quietflame)

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 F*ck 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 f*ck up anymore This just is what the f*ck it is at this point