Basquiat Ghostwriter

[Intro] Bis Mil'Lah Basquiat Ghostwriter [Hook] Kayo in the Luna Park The whole livery line bow like this With the big money all crushed into these feet A lot of Bowery bums used to be executives Pay for soup, build a fort, set that on fire [Verse 1] Most young kings get their heads cut off Kayo in the luna park Free sprayin' on the trunk in the Fiat So, that's what we have, provisions Go hard like I'm J.M.B. with paint Ain't no blinkin', cook what they thinkin' I will ride for this real in every single way L T P F J, freedom every day See Lupe that's my fuh muckin' nigga He love computer games, smokey I ain't playin' with him Ya'll seen Flacko base stunna hood black thrilla Five percent coca in the corners my niggas Ain't no hate tracks Ain't no distance Life is too good gone with the bullshit Hey Huxley what you smokin'? Don't let the arcade put you in the coma Go hard, yeah (?) my fuh muckin' nigga He love computer games, I don't play with the cheerin' Five percent coca in the corners, my niggas [Hook] Kayo in the Luna Park The whole literary line out like this With the big money all crushed into these feet A lot of Bari bums used to be executives Pay for soup, build a fort, set that on fire [Verse 2] One sports, two opera, three weapons Kayo in the Luna Park Free sprayin' on the trunk in the Fiat So that's what we have for Hollywood Africans Pop corn sugar cane Tax free heroism, 200 yen Gangsterism, origin of cotton Power plus money Value without nobility So hard Ain't no blinkin' Think what they thinkin' I will ride for this real in every single way Love, truth, peace, freedom, justice, every day My city got the arcade jitters Computer comas, I ain't playin' with 'em Basquiat Bey, great Five percent coca, niggas [Outro] Kayo in the Luna Park, freeze frame The whole literary line out like this With the big money all crushed into these feet