Busdriver - New Museum lyrics

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Busdriver - New Museum lyrics

(Woods) Dropped to no reception Empty exhibition white walls silence deafening Negative space stretching The internet every couple seconds refreshing The same couple mentions Merch boxes in the closet Out-of-sight-out-of-mind but paid outta pocket Couple friends at ya show them other n***as got a mosh pit Day job in the morning just the thought makes me nauseous (Open Mike Eagle) Don't put me with the rottweilers Walk me in with the show dogs Fool, I'm Nikita Koloff So committed I never break character Forget the f**ing marketplace I'm an installation, now where's my carpet space Jerk this lever, click my media Do my own cuts, wik-wik-Wikipedia (Elucid) 10 curated commandments Lessons live from the Schomburg Critic acclaim Hard earned Full body knob turns Enthralled blond birds Hypnotized like Farnsworth Milquetoast served by futurists in pom pom skirts Fog Smoke and mirrors Give em something to talk about Lukewarm rap wizard behind the curtain be fizzled out Far from the source The isolationist Close Shave against the grain Came full circle but what he saying? (Busdriver) Observe the piece to right of me Completed in the late nineteen hundreds It saw no praises from contemporaries And generally had all the enlightened flummoxed It cradled notions of art as crime And developed wildly, set apart from time But when buyers make decisions along the party lines So harvest mine, they tarnish your shine Hang like a varmints behind (Woods) Bottled mineral water live sampling bird calls Back to the audience bra** on the balls Politiely inquired as to the loot The Talented Mr. Smalls notwitstanding Trailer to the video on Vimeo Grandstanding Instagrammed Wired covers got me backstage Gladhanding If you can sing a lil something might soften the landing Have the fans American Bandstand dancing (Elucid) Murse ratchet Flanked by wing dykes u can't hack it Ba** akwards Short of cult cla**ic With kings Rations Voted Most consistently average Big budget mastering Squandered pa**ion Pump action but still banging flaccid NPR think pieces Ex conscious rappers laid Out to pasture Blowhard circle jerkers chatter Broad strokes from hands of irrelevant self described masters Fractured patterns Crooked paths to look back and laugh at (Open Mike Eagle) Wish I could eat offa brownie points Who's the next messiah the spectacled crowd anoints Put my dirty drawers in the gla** cases Make gasfaces at typos and backspaces Get it right the first time Micromanaging this cla** of interns Hire docents to meet the required quotient And keep your greasy fingers off my Kraftwerk (Woods) Sip cafe-au-lait kaffiyeh, hoodie and tims Knightsbridge pied-a-terre, friends of friends Split through prescription lens Richard Wright in Paris status Damn right I wear my sungla**es at night Hobbesian Savage Egg white omelet carmelized shallots Stockholm Syndrome Cote de Rhone cleanse the palate Checking account check the balance Shelltoes and rope gold all he told the stylist Bitter like old-timers when they hear that looped soul behind us (Busdriver) Murky depictions of dead pigeons Given red ribbons at the local gallery opening I gasp at the earnings of a Cold Chillin' Even though I'm supposed to be sold for millions Cause I'm more Jesse Owens than Owen Wilson Cold chilling On a placinated cell wall Bell Palsy body language My deadened gaze is a tell all And I'm not art, until I'm seen here Sentenced for k**ing every turn of phrase during my teen years