Intro:
$400,000,000 is the bid. Here in the saleroom at 400 million with Alex Rotter, the bid is here at 400 million dollars. At $400,000,000. Francios is out, are you sure, Francois? At 400 million, then, thank you all for your bidding here, and on the telephone to my left, and of course, here, 400 million, Leanardo's Salvatore Mundi selling here at Christie's, $400 million is the bid, and
The piece is
Sold!
$400,000,000 is the bid (5x)
Verse:
Biggest Rothko triptych critic
Live! below the shovel digger’s ditchеs
Bitches brewed, I smitе the strikers lighter
Fire beckons smitten blunts --- what keep us, infant
Youngins duck to dodge the pistons, bucks
Get hit- and, or -collected; carcass in the darkness harness darker visions for ill-fitted fated witnesses. Their optic lenses left impressed by orange-tinted tones of redness
No one knows what’s next---
But
Age has recognized how he desires dying:
Some Courbet sketches lying 'side the Camus novella
Bitches half-naked
Painted Picasso ugly
Sippin' sangria
Drooling cum for a little attention
Humming 'Ave Maria'
Got me feeling like Jesus
The sun my halo
The scribe writes his own page though
Acrylic paint flow
Monet sunrise light his way home
Nomadic drifter where did they go
Same place where the sun sleep
Bumpin Bun B and some MF
Doom when we Mobb Deep
Cruise through drew league
Putting fungus on Kyrie head
See his third eye open, watch him
Bake and then we break bread
Stay up late to hang with late heads
Learn the curvature like Jay said
Never play both sides and never play dead
I gotta keep both eyes open to find the other eye open that's steady plotting my demise to time to plot for they motive I keep it written my mind to find the spot they leave open
Wonder what Judas thought bout Jesus 'fore acted on folded then I look at my left hand and question thoughts that he holding
Outro:
Cuz we notice every side-eye little glance how he proppin up his hands they wanna vouch bout the end while scouting ya end not Every man is ya mans nigga
$400,000,000 is the bid. Here in the saleroom at 400 million with Alex Rotter, the bid is here at 400 million dollars. At $400,000,000. Francios is out, are you sure, Francois? At 400 million, then, thank you all for your bidding here, and on the telephone to my left, and of course, here, 400 million, Leanardo's Salvatore Mundi selling here at Christie's, $400 million is the bid, and
The piece is
Sold!
$400,000,000 is the bid (5x)
Verse:
Biggest Rothko triptych critic
Live! below the shovel digger’s ditchеs
Bitches brewed, I smitе the strikers lighter
Fire beckons smitten blunts --- what keep us, infant
Youngins duck to dodge the pistons, bucks
Get hit- and, or -collected; carcass in the darkness harness darker visions for ill-fitted fated witnesses. Their optic lenses left impressed by orange-tinted tones of redness
No one knows what’s next---
But
Age has recognized how he desires dying:
Some Courbet sketches lying 'side the Camus novella
Bitches half-naked
Painted Picasso ugly
Sippin' sangria
Drooling cum for a little attention
Humming 'Ave Maria'
Got me feeling like Jesus
The sun my halo
The scribe writes his own page though
Acrylic paint flow
Monet sunrise light his way home
Nomadic drifter where did they go
Same place where the sun sleep
Bumpin Bun B and some MF
Doom when we Mobb Deep
Cruise through drew league
Putting fungus on Kyrie head
See his third eye open, watch him
Bake and then we break bread
Stay up late to hang with late heads
Learn the curvature like Jay said
Never play both sides and never play dead
I gotta keep both eyes open to find the other eye open that's steady plotting my demise to time to plot for they motive I keep it written my mind to find the spot they leave open
Wonder what Judas thought bout Jesus 'fore acted on folded then I look at my left hand and question thoughts that he holding
Outro:
Cuz we notice every side-eye little glance how he proppin up his hands they wanna vouch bout the end while scouting ya end not Every man is ya mans nigga
( Age )
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