The most definitive way to win an argument is to show the damn receipts—figuratively or, in the case, of Jay Z’s absurd feud with conceptual artist Marina Abramovic, literally.

Remember two years ago? I bet you wish you couldn’t. 2013 was the year of many things, but somewhere in there it was the year of the embarrassing Jay-Z career decision to release an album called Magna Carta Holy Grail, when instead he could have enjoyed an eternity of diving into a pile of gold coins like Scrooge McDuck. Remember that record? Something something Basquiat Picasso something something Rothko Christie’s.