Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah, this one goes out to J.S.G. Boggs
The artist who made money, literally
Boom bap style, let's go
[Verse 1]
J.S.G. Boggs, the artist with a flair
Drawing bills with detail, intricate care
One-sided jokes, "One Fundred Dollars," clear
“Do you hear anything, or is there nobody here?”
[Pre-Chorus]
He took his art to the world, made 'em squirm
“Accept my Boggs bill, it’s worth your term”
Unlocking doors to a shadowy dimension
Where the dollar’s power feels like a hollow invention
[Chorus]
Boggs made money, literally
Crafted art from currency
Challenged what we all believe
In the value of our economy
[Verse 2]
At dinner, he'd pull out a one-sided note
Drawn with precision, just for a gloat
Maître d’ staring, can’t help but praise
“Use it for payment,” Boggs would say
[Pre-Chorus]
Sweaty hands, real money to compare
Boggs laid it out, made the maître d’ aware
Art versus currency, it’s up to you
What’s the value, what will you do?
[Chorus]
Boggs made money, literally
Crafted art from currency
Challenged what we all believe
In the value of our economy
[Bridge]
“It took me hours, it’s worth the face
Decide its value, you hold the grace”
A choice to make, a societal quake
Will you accept it, or is it just fake?
[Verse 3]
He’d watch reactions, a disturbing fun
Shops and diners, he’d see them run
“Can’t do it, can’t do it,” they’d say in a trance
Boggs, the artist, led them in a dance
[Pre-Chorus]
Flowers in his bills, trees by the Capitol
Art was his weapon, his words tactical
In a world of fakery, he found his place
Boggs’ bills, a slap in the face
[Chorus]
Boggs made money, literally
Crafted art from currency
Challenged what we all believe
In the value of our economy
[Outro]
Now he’s gone, or maybe he’s not
A faker in death, with a sly plot
Flood our world with Boggs' bills, no end
Art in forgery, let the fight begin
[Chorus]
Boggs made money, literally
Crafted art from currency
Challenged what we all believe
In the value of our economy
