The MoMA

[Intro: Meechy Darko] My nigga called me last night 'round 9, he was ventin' I said, "Don't let these 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 these feelings get between all these millions" He said, "My nigga, I feel it" He said, "That's why you the realest" [Verse 1: Meechy Darko] I ain't prayin' for no meal, I've learned 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 drippin' like when fire meets ice I'm God body, more the deity 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 brung, I speak in native tongue and scalp a nigga [Bridge: Meechy Darko] A work of art, it's like my mama gave birth in the MoMA It's like my mama gave birth in the MoMA It's like my mama gave birth in the MoMA Easy to turn from self-reflective to self-destructive And when you diss my shit, even your rival love me [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 (Bang) I might just let it bang (Bang) I might just let it bang It got a couple bodies on it, man I love this thang Man I love this thang [Verse 2: Meechy Darko] Bitches love my aura, then they hear my story If I fuck they 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 stitched 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 [?] 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 (Bang) I might just let it bang (Bang) I might just let it bang It got a couple bodies on it, man I love this thang Man I love this thang [Verse 3: Black Thought] Yo, it's been a revolution brewin' for years, becomin' 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 writin', I'm Stephen Sondheim This is genuine lightnin' on a pinot noir vine How I keep the beast frightened is by bein' 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 Copin' with the pain, devils be spittin' 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 [Outro: Denzel Curry] This just a regular On my lap, her name Destiny Whips and chains, they talkin' S&M 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