Basquiat Ghostwriter Yasiin Bey

[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