The MoMA Lyrics

The MoMA Song Lyrics

[Verse 1: Meechy Darko]
My nigga called me last night, 'round 9 he was vented
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 vented
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, f**k a playbook, I go off instincts
Caskets for New Years and bullets for Christmas
I forgot more sh*t, than you ever learned
Despite concerns, I'm doin' aight
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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, 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
Tupacalypse confidants [?]
I speak in native tongue as coward nigga
A work of art that's like my mom gave birth to the MoMA
It's like my momma gave birth to the MoMA
It's like my momma gave birth to the MoMA
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And when you diss my sh*t, even your rival thuggin'
[Chorus: Meechy Darko]
I can tell that you want my life
This just a regular, thick b**ch on my lap, I named 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 b**ch on my lap, I named 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]
b**ches love my aura, then they hear my story
If I f**k their mind right, invite them to the orgy
It's cooler 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
Truth sets you free, lies ties you down
Tour bus filled with [?]
Black rockstar, I scream loud and my [?]
Head wrap like Badu style
Young nigga that could trade war stories with the vets
Jesus Christ, I turn water to acid
So you know that I could work with this
The way they stitch him up, you would think ?
Trouble kid, tried to set fire to my nursery
Gotta learn to live with regrets
[?]
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 b**ch on my lap, I named 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 b**ch on my lap, I named 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 b**ch on my lap, I named 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 b**ch on my lap, I named 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