Boggs Bills

[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