Basqiuat
[Verse 1: Erreon Lee]
Oh lord; that boy back, that beast back, e lee crack
All a nigga want is a platinum plaque then fuck rap, you can have it back
Until then, ima paint shit, Ima keep spittin that dank shit
Ima ball with niggas I came with, ya whole life change when that fame hit
But I need the title; I'm like Michael, Ima stand tall just like the fucking Eiffel
24 years; in 20 more years, I’ll probably still never see another rival
No Politian, no politican, that honestly is what’s probably pissin
Everybody off cuz I doubt its different, Ignorance, let’s cut it out and listen
I’m tryna keep my boys out of prison, get em out the house, show em something different
Blood on the tips of a paintbrush, lies in the news I can’t trust
I’m a warrior but I hate war, but that hate in us is what makes wars
Its plenty dues that I paid for; what you think I’m holding this K for?
Love the ones that I pray for, should I keep quiet, should I say more?
I don’t know, I just flow, on my canvas; I just go
Gotta kick down doors, gotta walk thru em, nah run thru em, gotta take yours
Don’t sit back, don’t wait for it, put it in they face til they know it
[Chorus: Erreon Lee]
Im Basquiat to this rap shit, my art real no rap shit
Im Basquiat to this rap shit, my art real no rap shit
Im Basquiat to this rap shit, my art real no rap shit
Im Basquiat to this rap shit, my art real no rap shit
Im Basquiat to this rap shit, my art real no rap shit
Im Basquiat to this rap shit, my art real no rap shit
[Verse 2: Erreon Lee]
Its 4th down and I’m going for it, no punt game, I’m going forward
Move out the pocket, I’m throwing for it, no time on the clock; we gon score it
No abstract, we past that; this real worth, no NASDAQ
Yall shit was just a phase nigga, you a fad boy, we outlast that
Graffiti all on my body, greatness all in my mind
This music up in my soul, take a dope sniff of these lines. Uh’
They say I spit like I’m a Brooklyn boy, until I get the castle, I’m crookin boy
This king shit, I think I need a queen, might head to queens and go look for em
For the family boy, see I’ll die for em; sometimes man I think that I rhyme for em
Got a dream too and its bigger than me, my niggas that died, they living in me
It’s obvious that I’m ready, even Basquiat say I’m heavy
Put the pressure on em, then flood the game, no dam to save em; no levees. Uh’
Food for thought, this food stamps, buy soup cans; I’m Warhol
Us against them; the separation, that’s what the name of this wars called
I declared that, I’m chief nigga, peace sign but no peace nigga
That victory is all that I see, go and run and tell em who I be
[Chorus: Erreon Lee]
Im Basquiat to this rap shit, my art real no rap shit
Im Basquiat to this rap shit, my art real no rap shit
Im Basquiat to this rap shit, my art real no rap shit
Im Basquiat to this rap shit, my art real no rap shit
Im Basquiat to this rap shit, my art real no rap shit
Im Basquiat to this rap shit, my art real no rap shit
