[Intro]
Bis Mil'Lah
Basquiat Ghostwriter
[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 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 [?]
Ain't no blinkin', cook what they thinkin'
I will ride for this real in every single way
LT, Piaget, freedom every day
See Poopy that's my fuh muckin' n***a
He love computer games, smokey I ain't playin' with him
Ya'll seen Flacko base stunna hood black thrilla
(?) in they corners my n***as
Ain't no hate s**
Ain't no distance
Life is too good gone with the bullsh**
Hey Huxley what you smokin'?
Don't let the arcade put you in the coma
Go hard, yeah
(?) my fuh muckin' n***a
He love computer games, I don't play with the cheerin'
5% c**a in the corners, my n***as
[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 lunar park
Free sprayin' on the trunk in the Fiat
So that's what we have for Hollywood Africans
Pop corn sugar cane
Tax free (?), 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 single day
My city got the arcade jitters
Computer comas, I ain't playin' with 'em
Basquiat (?), great
5% c**a, (?)
[Outro]
Kayo in the luna park, freeze frame
The whole literary line out like this
With the big money all crushed into these feet