Basquiat (Freestyle)

[Kidd Adamz talk] Yeah, yeah... speak some art nigga [verse] I got a blank canvas with no paint, blank ink wrote the all white cocaine / I'm from the same side of town where they blow brains, tryna' save a soul go head and hop on the soul train / Young Kidd with the soul of Macchiovelli, I wrote this shit sober so niggas actually felt me / I use to be that Kidd ain't old enough for the clubs but you bring them hoes back and we packing them in the Telly / I'm feeling like a Prince somebody call Cyhi, gold bars, hope these lyrics connecting like Wifi / Ballin in the game, you niggas sit on the sideline, Coach like "Go 'head son, go make you some highlights" / So I threw the old kicks right over the powerline and took over your time and made that shit our time / All grind, it's Florida baby, we gon' all shine, that's my job I would never treat art as part time / Lil Basquiat, which nigga gon' doubt me now, I'm the fire who gon' out me now / You spit the lies and my truth gon' find you out, business call, i'm a suit and tie you out / [short pause] And critique keep me tweaked keep me strong never weak when I speak it's like a speech of art nigga I'm Basquiat / [hook] Ask me if I give a fuck, probably not But I don't do it for the money man I do it for the Basquiats So I don't care if you bump me in the hottest drop Cause I don't do it for the hoes man I do it for the Basquiats [verse] I'm Jean Michel reincarnated in a crack writing rap lifin' re-evolved haitian / Look if we'd a all showed love, we'd a all make it, but the Ego is the virus that'll leave you in the Matrix / "nigga you ain't shit, your life is basic", the same phrases that should raise your limitations / Ain't we all the same, that's how it's suppose to seem, but the blood of a brother what we mostly drink / You got these Gods think they heavenly in holy mink, tellin us we ain't shit, that's what we suppose to think? / While the governmnet try to keep us divided and poverty gets ignited and robberies get exciting? / Tryna make sure the economies at its finest, but the enemy is us reconnaissance on ya mind And what you think they ain't watching on us? they ain't plotting on us? whats a dream, its yo life and how you make it out to want it / You can learn a few things from these words I speak don't be corrupt, open up, let your third I see / I'm just another rap nigga from the hottest city in south open up ya mouth if you heard 'bout me / This is art, see the lyrics when I talk, the spirit of Hip Hop you can hear it in my heart / I'm lyrically ticked off so I gotta' rip it hard this contemporary art in the form of a written song we the Basquiats / [hook] We the Basquiats, the spirit of Hip Hop you can hear it in my heart I'm lyrically ticked off so I gotta' rip it hard This contemporary art in the form of a written song we the Basquiats