Bun B, Statik Selektah, Smoke DZA, Fat Joe - Basquiat lyrics

Yeah statik Selektah
That's the― that's the shit
Let me hear my voice a little
Bit loud on the thing yo
DITC in this bitch coca
Talk about your faults

Yeah, this is bad intentions
I'm pullin' up if I'm in your mentions
You want rump
I gives it up and stomp you senseless
Joey Crack, place your hand on the holy MAC
Only facts is given for
Niggas maxin' in prisons
I move dope, that white
Call it Aryan eights you know
Time is money and I'm very impatient
I could tell you 'bout the walls
That be movin' and shit
Sealed up the sheet rock on
The proof in the piff


You want static but less automatic
It's the young prodigy
Show you 40 sides of Joe when bringing havoc
You want bars, well, it's truly nothin'
I break a leg every time I tear it down
No Boogie Cousins
I be swimmin' with the dolphins when
I'm back in the crib
Shit, I should bring a coffin
Every time that I spit
I burn it down like Notre Dame anytime
No flow's the same
TrillStatik is Illmatic, the hall of fame

Call it Basquiat
When you beat all the odds, call it Basquiat
When you move bricks or hard
Call it Basquiat
Keep Nip in your heart, he's a Basquiat
(yeah)
If you feel this is art, call it Basquiat
(Kushed God, bitch)
When you beat all the odds, call it Basquiat
When you move bricks or hard
Call it Basquiat (yeah)
Keep Nip in your heart, he's a Basquiat (Uh)

My mind scribblin' thoughts is invisible art
Fuck the political talk, I been sippin' on Ba
Bless the room way before
My stoney spiritual starts
As I kick it with y'all
My phone ringin' got a lick from my dove
These niggas cappin'
That's a different facade
Shit, my livin' is art
The sour diesel is my business card
Hit the mountains, took a hunnid to chill
You can't trick us neither
We know all the numbers for real
Indie nigga like, fuck a deal
I pay mines and my mother bills
That privilege alone is worth a hunnid mill
Street nigga gettin' a lil' money still
Gotta watch out for the Fredos
And the Henry Hills (Right)
They'll never survive in the yard
They'll be finished way before I stuff
This butt in the gar
Keep a holster, he can stomach the charge
After ounces on every pound shit
That's the grower's regard yeah

Call it Basquiat
When you beat all the odds, call it Basquiat
When you move bricks or hard
Call it Basquiat
Keep Nip in your heart, he's a Basquiat
If you feel this is art, call it Basquiat
When you beat all the odds, call it Basquiat
When you move bricks or hard
Call it Basquiat
Keep Nip in your heart, he's a Basquiat
(I'm comin' right there)

Hol' up
I got an ounce sittin' in front of me
I'm about to sit back
Relax and roll a blunt or three
And then a joint or two
And when I'm finished I'ma point at you
With bud that's only smoked
By an anointed few
You inhale the sensimilla then you feel a
Little bit triller, pass the tequila
You take a couple shots, then a couple toasts
Then we go hit a couple spots
And see a couple folks
Now, some of them are connected
So be careful what you say
So they don't feel disrespected
Every now and then some shit
Is gonna get hectic
But, you rollin' with me, the OG
You protected
The streets infected with haters and hoes
Gotta keep your eyes open, man
And stay on your toes
But don't worry 'cause you couldn't be
Rollin' with a triller crew
Now, could you pass me the Gorilla Glue?

Call it Basquiat
When you beat all the odds, call it Basquiat
When you move bricks or hard
Call it Basquiat
Keep Nip in your heart, he's a Basquiat
If you feel this is art, call it Basquiat
When you beat all the odds, call it Basquiat
When you move bricks or hard
Call it Basquiat
Keep Nip in your heart, he's a Basquiat