"Tags at the MOMA" lyrics
You know, there's a term that goes around and the term is "All City"
I know you're familiar with the term and the way the term was explained to me, when I first started writing, was to be uh, up
You know, basically on all lines or as many lines as humanly possible
(One-two, somebody make some noise out there)
Uh, one-two though
Backpack rapper with a call log like Pluto's
Biggest in my planet but still carving a loophole
'Cause they tryna dwarf you for hood, goin' where you go
I throw you a line, you know it's twofold
You say you got it the first time, that's all pseudo
Lift you up out of love like this was judo
I'm big worm, watching you count while knowing who's home
Your faith had fostering more than you had ever wanted
And they lay down and turn a new leaf like they was Juno
Tellin' you if you in then they in, kudos
The L in they page can make 'em change where they suit go, right?
And I'm on the side talking that you know
That you know you one of those one of ones with the duos
Which have you payin' gentrified rent prices with euros
Where they load the trunk and transport it through Turo
The wonderful world of young Skylar
Who forty-two but a caught a groove like twenty-fivers
With tragedy Gaddafis from the lobby, has the riders
And some War Report cover for who wanna un-alive us
Countless tenement floors that keep you grounded
When they say it's best to play corners to get around shit
GPS it on a loose leaf, who want come with me
My escape route could be wagered out in Sotheby's
So, would you tag up inside of the MOMA
Add history to history, divide up the quota
Throw a piece how you see it, leave it how you leave it
'Til somebody repeat it and they dyin' to notice
Yeah, my cartoon years was in the [?]
Which turned to watching D-Rock'n'Biggie from my steps
Which turned to LB flags in my new friend sweats
Lex Coups, Beamers and Benz's getting Reneé neck
What's the signs? I'm a Brooklyn and South Side alliance
Where it's co-defendants, co-signs and consignment
I'm talkin' farmer and the deli 'round the corner lines
I'm talkin' fast break with the orange sign
More than a writer, I'm the definition of us
Master sketch, lord of pen on you doubles
More than a tape legend, homie it's Skylar
More than a ghost penner, son I'm a scriber
The Jalen Brunson of creating couplets
Fuck it
If money talks, the whole world 'bout to pay in duffels
See, I'm a lyricist's hope, I'm not his pipe dream
So when they think of a GOAT, I'm what the hype means
The light beams and it finds you in the sky blue
'Cause God's tent makes logical sense
Don't follow me, young'un, follow my prince, I'm not a role model
Well a little bit, I'm Black Panthers and gold bottles
The irony of what we want and what we need
Is only gon' have to be explained to the Elohim
My jewelry's still on, as well as my beret
And the scheme gon' be at least twenty cans a day
'Cause it's like, would you tag up inside of the MOMA
Add history to history, divide up the quota
Throw a piece, how you see it, leave it how you leave it
'Til somebody repeat it and they dyin' to notice, yeah
*spray painting*
Do you have a procedure?
A procedure? yeah
I mean did you start at one end...
... Nah, it didn't matter, any open space
I know you're familiar with the term and the way the term was explained to me, when I first started writing, was to be uh, up
You know, basically on all lines or as many lines as humanly possible
(One-two, somebody make some noise out there)
Uh, one-two though
Backpack rapper with a call log like Pluto's
Biggest in my planet but still carving a loophole
'Cause they tryna dwarf you for hood, goin' where you go
I throw you a line, you know it's twofold
You say you got it the first time, that's all pseudo
Lift you up out of love like this was judo
I'm big worm, watching you count while knowing who's home
Your faith had fostering more than you had ever wanted
And they lay down and turn a new leaf like they was Juno
Tellin' you if you in then they in, kudos
The L in they page can make 'em change where they suit go, right?
And I'm on the side talking that you know
That you know you one of those one of ones with the duos
Which have you payin' gentrified rent prices with euros
Where they load the trunk and transport it through Turo
The wonderful world of young Skylar
Who forty-two but a caught a groove like twenty-fivers
With tragedy Gaddafis from the lobby, has the riders
And some War Report cover for who wanna un-alive us
Countless tenement floors that keep you grounded
When they say it's best to play corners to get around shit
GPS it on a loose leaf, who want come with me
My escape route could be wagered out in Sotheby's
So, would you tag up inside of the MOMA
Add history to history, divide up the quota
Throw a piece how you see it, leave it how you leave it
'Til somebody repeat it and they dyin' to notice
Yeah, my cartoon years was in the [?]
Which turned to watching D-Rock'n'Biggie from my steps
Which turned to LB flags in my new friend sweats
Lex Coups, Beamers and Benz's getting Reneé neck
What's the signs? I'm a Brooklyn and South Side alliance
Where it's co-defendants, co-signs and consignment
I'm talkin' farmer and the deli 'round the corner lines
I'm talkin' fast break with the orange sign
More than a writer, I'm the definition of us
Master sketch, lord of pen on you doubles
More than a tape legend, homie it's Skylar
More than a ghost penner, son I'm a scriber
The Jalen Brunson of creating couplets
Fuck it
If money talks, the whole world 'bout to pay in duffels
See, I'm a lyricist's hope, I'm not his pipe dream
So when they think of a GOAT, I'm what the hype means
The light beams and it finds you in the sky blue
'Cause God's tent makes logical sense
Don't follow me, young'un, follow my prince, I'm not a role model
Well a little bit, I'm Black Panthers and gold bottles
The irony of what we want and what we need
Is only gon' have to be explained to the Elohim
My jewelry's still on, as well as my beret
And the scheme gon' be at least twenty cans a day
'Cause it's like, would you tag up inside of the MOMA
Add history to history, divide up the quota
Throw a piece, how you see it, leave it how you leave it
'Til somebody repeat it and they dyin' to notice, yeah
*spray painting*
Do you have a procedure?
A procedure? yeah
I mean did you start at one end...
... Nah, it didn't matter, any open space
