Macademix - Beethoven's 10th (feat. David Blazer & Adam Taylor) Lyrics

This song is dedicated to the cigarette smokers of Tremont and Boylston, you bitches know who you are

Pitter patter april with the rain flow
Chitter chatter give a damn if I say so
Spread the beat it's so mayo it could pay for the rent
While I play my own piano this is Beethoven's 10th

Tickle ivory like my fingers were feathers
Spittin irony leave the hipsters the breadcrumbs
I'm more absorbed in the adroning of legends
While all the hipsters chose the pigeon clothes who wore it better

Yo I tripped a couple fixies in the Wills and the Wicks
And then I sprinkle bit'a color on the silverest lakes
Because the circle jerk of art was too entirely f*cked
And now they quakin to the core until the fire erupt

Yo ignited the slope, they like the f*ck did pompei go
I'm rewriting the code I don't give a f*ck if I say so
Homie is nice when he wanna but he a scare when he isn't
And I came prepared cuz I know Trump's America isn't now let's get it

You can't run you can't hide
Wanna live come inside
You can't see witcha eyes
What I see with my mind

You can't run you can't hide
Wanna live come inside
You can't see witcha eyes
What I see with my mind

Yo, second verse is as insane as the first
But a little bitty bit worse so ladies cling to your purse
While all my fellas keep clinging to your fragile masculinity
While macademix ravages with savageness in symphony

I'ma keep on pushing buttons til im in the penthouse
Ima dirty motha f*cka and i have my bitches sent out
And by that I mean I sent a little bitty to get dry cleaned
She too faded off that kush man get that bitty some visine

Cleanliness is to god and i be sick wit the hygiene
I order drinks at the bar but I be sippin on smileys
Because I got all of these bitches sending kissy emoji
You can't tell it to my mistress that's a different story

Man I get bitches galory almost too many to count
And all the power and the glory bible read me about
Man I jsut got all these apostles they been staining the glass
Wit all the brains of all the haters had to pay for the sass it's Mac

You can't run you can't hide
Wanna live come inside
You can't see witcha eyes
What I see with my mind

You can't run you can't hide
Wanna live come inside
You can't see witcha eyes
What I see with my mind

You can't run you can't hide
Wanna live come inside
You can't see witcha eyes
What I see with my mind
You can't run you can't hide
Wanna live come inside
You can't see witcha eyes
What I see with my miiiiiiiind

Mac

I said I really need you baby
Oh yeah I really need you baby
I said it's getting hard to fake it,
The walls are coming down and I I can't face it

And I been thinking bout you lately
How you was always such a lady
Didn't thought I'd get crazy praying that you'll save me
I, I need you baby

I need you baby
I need you baby
Yeah yeah yeah

The starving artist alone within the darkest of zones
Amidst a bigger bunch of hipster f*cks than barbers could clone
He left his barbie to roam said leave the artist alone
But when you tear apart the heart it is the art of the choke

He tried to gaze upon her star turns out her garden had grown
Took at look at his own and it was starving and cold
It seems the brightest kinda light is always hardest to hold
And art school kids are foolish because the art's overblown

So i don't know where is home since I started this road
And I done bargained my soul so they could carve it in gold
Bitch I'm beethoven I ain't listening I'm symphon-ing
You play the victim I stay sittin on this barberous throne I go

Ragh
Hey
Yeagh