Basquiat Bun B & Statik Selektah (Ft. Fat Joe & Smoke DZA)

[Intro: Fat Joe]
Yeah (Statik Selektah)
That's the― that's the shit?
Let me hear my voice a little bit loud on the thing, yo
D.I.T.C. in this bitch, Coca
Talk about your faults, yeah, uh

[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
This is bad intentions, I'm pullin' up if I'm in your mentions
You wan' 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, all the proof in the piff
You want static but less automatic, it's the young prodigy
Show you forty 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

[Chorus: Fat Joe & Smoke DZA]
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 (Kush God, bitch)
When you beat all the odds, call it Basquiat (Big Bun, yeah)
When you move bricks or hard, call it Basquiat
Keep Nip in your heart, he's a Basquiat (Uh)