The MoMA

[Verse 1: Meechy Darko]
My nigga called me last night, 'round 9 he was ventin'
I said "Don't let this feelings get between all these millions"
He said "My nigga I feel it"
He said "That's why you the realest"
My nigga called me last night, 'round 9 he was ventin'
I said "Don't let this feelings get between all these millions"
He said "My nigga I feel it"
He said "That's why you the realest"
I ain't prayin' for no meal, I'm ready to steal blessings
The flow switches, fuck a playbook, I go off instincts
Caskets for New Year's and bullets for Christmas
I forgot more shit than you ever learned, despite concerns
I'm doin' aight, leave her dripping like when fire meets ice
I'm God body, more the diet-y type
My niggas know rock bottom like Dwayne Johnson
I wrote this, doin' ninety on my way to Slauson
2020, I swear there's been so many coffins, filled with guilt
Barely do I reminisce, it give me chills
I promise y'all there is no metaphor for how I feel
Bottoms up, glasses fill, life is just a battlefield
Why would I follow Roman calendars? I'm African
2Pacalypse confidence, notoriously arrogant
Jamaican rum, I speak in native tongue and scalp a nigga
A work of art, it's like my momma gave birth in the MoMA
It's like my momma gave birth in the MoMA
It's like my momma gave birth in the MoMA
It's easy to turn self-reflective to self-destructive
And when you diss my shit, even your rival thuggin'

[Chorus: Meechy Darko]
I can tell that you want my life
This just a regular, thick bitch on my lap, her name Destiny
She love whips n' chains, they talkin' S&M
Two gats on my hip, I might just let it bang
I can tell that you want my life
This just a regular, thick bitch on my lap, her name Destiny
She love whips n' chains, they talkin' S&M
Two gats on my hip, I might just let it bang
I might just let it bang
I might just let it bang
It got a couple bodies on it, man I love the stank
Man I love the stank

[Verse 2: Meechy Darko]
Bitches love my aura, then they hear my story
If I fuck their mind right, invite them to the orgy
I just call it how I see it, and my three eyes been open
Matchin' Range Rovers, Dolce Gabbana drippin'
South of France, can't understand why they call it a beach
There ain't no sand, you familiar with weight?
We ship that, you sniff that
The truth sets you free, lies tie you down
Tour bus filled, we stacked, packed, and flied through towns
Black rock star, I scream loud and mosh through crowds
Head wrap like Badu style
Young nigga that could trade war stories with the vets
Fleezus Christ, I turn water to acid
So you know that I could work with this
The way they stitch him up, you would think Dapper Dan worked on him
Troubled kid, tried to set fire to my nursery
Gotta learn to live with regrets
Cherish the instant deeds, Detroit Red
Pain over my shoulder as I unload all my troubles on these instruments
The final statement, I'ma leave it there

[Chorus: Meechy Darko]
I can tell that you want my life
This just a regular, thick bitch on my lap, her name Destiny
She love whips n' chains, they talkin' S&M
Two gats on my hip, I might just let it bang
I can tell that you want my life
This just a regular, thick bitch on my lap, her name Destiny
She love whips n' chains, they talkin' S&M
Two gats on my hip, I might just let it bang
I might just let it bang
I might just let it bang
It got a couple bodies on it, man I love the stank
Man I love the stank

[Verse 3: Black Thought]
Yo, it's been a revolution brewing for years, becoming human
Not a face of the movement is calm, so when assumin'
I travel many a road to arrive, at one conclusion
God is not an illusion, I'm proof of the contribution
I'm father time, I'm unbothered by the sidelines
I redefine, writing, I'm Stephen Sondheim
This is genuine lightning on a pinot noir vine
How I keep the beast frightened is by being more enlightened
My city trained a titan to tussle, I dance in it
Somewhere between World War III and the Pandemic
My pen so anthemic, my struggle, you can't limit
Present it with a decision, I chose to stand in it
That's on everything to every city and every gang
We the very same, separate is something which we became
Coping with the pain, devils be spitting some heavy game
Keep a steady aim into the future and let it bang

[Chorus: Meechy Darko]
I can tell that you want my life
This just a regular, thick bitch on my lap, her name Destiny
She love whips n' chains, they talkin' S&M
Two gats on my hip, I might just let it bang
I can tell that you want my life
This just a regular, thick bitch on my lap, her name Destiny
She love whips n' chains, they talkin' S&M
Two gats on my hip, I might just let it bang
I might just let it bang
I might just let it bang
I might just let it bang
I might just let it bang