new kind of rap by momus

• monkchild

  yes, momus did it (google.com that dude). i say, conceptualism marries queensbridge, i say: HOT.

  oi oi oi oi oi,
  la la la la,
  british oil meeting L.A. soil,
  we knickin' abit o' dat
  viceland vibe,
  we diggin' abit o' dat
  mcginley hype,
  we watching disney,
  oh oh oh, but d.u.m.b.o
  he can stay at home,
  no time for the chrome,
  and trucker hats,
  harmony and chloe,
  you are fuckin' brats.
  oh oh oh,
  oi oi oi,
  hoxton up here
  and we turn around,
  we be in da club
  on jesus' birthday,
  drinkin bacardi
  in the latin quater,
  15 minutes of fame quater,
  warhol wannabes be up in
  this shit,
  beau sia slitting wrists like he
  be loving this shit,
  murakami on the bags,
  kostabi on the track,
  tied down to the bars,
  and we be euro-railing!
  oh oh oh oh,
  la la la la,
  victoria miro,
  you ain't no artist,
  momus at the ica,
  you ain't no artist,
  paul barman at the ica,
  you ain't no artist,
  german conceptualist,
  you ain't no artist.
  oi oi oi oi oi oi oi,
  i gave up art,
  matthew collings is an old fart,
  fuck pop noodles i eat pop-tarts,
  i exhibit on the walls of my heart,
  blah blah blah - sorry blair, i nicked
  your motto there.
  hippie heeeeeeey.

  song instructions:
  to be sung over a The Streets beat remixed gently with some John Cage silence.

  monkchild

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