Gallery God
演唱：JSOI don’t walk — I exhibit
My life’s a piece, come visit
No frame can hold this odd
Talk clean, I’m the gallery god
Neon lights drip on my chain
I flex like sculpture in acid rain
Brush in my hand, gold on my teeth
I spit like a mural across the street
I’m the curator of chaos and charm
My silence louder than false alarm
Walk in slow, all eyes bend
I'm the art they fake — I set the trend
Glass floors, chrome view
What I say becomes the new
Futuristic, frame-proof
Everything I touch turns truth
Gallery god — step and stare
Art in motion, everywhere
No tags, no price, just energy
This is design in real pedigree
Palette in my mind, 808s knock
I don’t follow — I shift the clock
I blend Basquiat with auto-tune
Flex like fashion week in a monsoon
My verse ain’t humble, it’s installed
Like LED fire on a museum wall
You dress loud, I exist loud
They quote my drip, I draw the crowd
I am the piece, I am the scene
Canvas of chrome with a war machine
No critic can unsee my flame
I'm the artist and the frame
Gallery god — step and stare
Art in motion, everywhere
No tags, no price, just energy
This is design in real pedigree
So next time you walk through halls of fame
Know I was here, signed in flame
No title card, no façade
Just real art — the gallery god
My life’s a piece, come visit
No frame can hold this odd
Talk clean, I’m the gallery god
Neon lights drip on my chain
I flex like sculpture in acid rain
Brush in my hand, gold on my teeth
I spit like a mural across the street
I’m the curator of chaos and charm
My silence louder than false alarm
Walk in slow, all eyes bend
I'm the art they fake — I set the trend
Glass floors, chrome view
What I say becomes the new
Futuristic, frame-proof
Everything I touch turns truth
Gallery god — step and stare
Art in motion, everywhere
No tags, no price, just energy
This is design in real pedigree
Palette in my mind, 808s knock
I don’t follow — I shift the clock
I blend Basquiat with auto-tune
Flex like fashion week in a monsoon
My verse ain’t humble, it’s installed
Like LED fire on a museum wall
You dress loud, I exist loud
They quote my drip, I draw the crowd
I am the piece, I am the scene
Canvas of chrome with a war machine
No critic can unsee my flame
I'm the artist and the frame
Gallery god — step and stare
Art in motion, everywhere
No tags, no price, just energy
This is design in real pedigree
So next time you walk through halls of fame
Know I was here, signed in flame
No title card, no façade
Just real art — the gallery god