Scott Ramirez - Art Dealer Lyrics

And the Lord said: give em hell, best revenge: livin' well. It ain't hard to tell
Rather stab the world in the back than betray myself
Thats word to the homie 3card, cannon full of flak make em May Day
Hit em with a Balrog in a melee, Don King promo type a-pay day
See the tide rising? throw bread to the wave & get that cash
Since grad class, grab life by the horn & her big fat ass
Ain't finna be broke like a communist, not one for the politics
In this sign I'm a conquer shit, not just dollar signs, I write Apocalypse
Macro to the micro, left hand with a joint, right hand on the Bible
All senses heightened, weed and papyrus burnt with the pyro
They tryna bring you low, better stay on the high road. Mind & phone on flight mode
Poltergeist on the vinyl. my Image been written in the heiro
Old sport straight hit em with the rifle, no f*cks on ya title
King's court on my iso, melt down the muthaf*ckin' gold from your idols
Consider that payback, slap lady luck on the ass, she wave back
I'm take this, Ima take that, stuck in the city fighting for the same scraps, f*ck that

Your bish is high on Lucy
I'm living life like a movie
Thinking cap on like a kufi
Shorty show me where the loot be

Art Women Trees
Vibing out with these
Art Women Trees
It's what everybody need

A thousand complicated doors, open 'em to get to yours
Educate em like the Moors, foreign cyatty connoisseur
Ain't know what I got in store, masterpiece my art of war
Nature boy with figure fours, been on point like minotaurs
Or hats like a Viking, put yo shit to a pause like a hyphen
Shorty move like gazelle when she whine in, Alomar when I slide in
Y'know we be grind'n, up in the mornin', shinin'
In a hybrid smoke hybrids, on the move like a migrant, make a difference, no minus
Damn right, you can bet it. Opened the fridge, it lookin' poetic
Ounce in a bag resemble some lettuce. Food for ya thoughts, y'all look anorexic
Get the deal at Ibrahim, playin' Mezzanine, scheme like Byzantines smokin' evergreens
Get it crackin' like weddings in Tel Aviv
First she gon' f*ck with my head
Then I be f*cking her face
Get the f*ck outta debt, smoke an ounce to ya face
Tell em deport all the scary hoes. keep it gunnin' on petty foes
Steady goes, heavy dro', jumpin' like Phife thru scenarios