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basquiat freestyle - sutaijian lyrics

[interview sample: jean*michael basquiat]
well they always do
i can’t think of one big celebrity they haven’t done that to
have they turned on you?
here and there

[intro: sutaijian]
my vocal chords are my paintbrush
painting jarring images, a la jean michel
in downtown manhattan
i use the producer tags like copyright tags
just to mark what’s mine
sealed by the indelible mark of the voice outta my lips , reclaim what’s mine
whispers from the inside give rise to skyrises in outsiders’ mindset
but i’m not making any outsider art here
so i hope you get my message
i hope it ain’t get lost in translation
heres something in my love language
it’s music, it’s always been
a dichotomy of what’s been experience by my eyes and yours
you see everything different because you was raised different
and i was raised to not be oblivious to the truth
a thousand xerox copies of the lyric sheets to every hook
just so we can have the choir singing it back without us preaching it to them
do*gooder doing his own goods
a fools attempt at sobriety
find me dead and high at great jones street
[bridge: sutaijian]
and i tried so hard
my eyes pried upon glass
so i cried it all out

[verse 1: sutaijian]
i prayed on my lucky stars
i just feel like i’m destined for greatness and y’all ain’t
i’m in a whole nother league
and y’all relegated in yours
i went from staring at billboards, to getting b*tches that modeled for micheal kors
and i modeled my life off micheal jackson and jordan
so don’t come around me checking for fake jordans
modeling houses got my designs looking sordid
i’m with nature and god’s design
caught up with the lowlights in my prime
but it’s showtime
i been siphoning chips off they deck
and i made all my best bets
bet a hundred million on what was nothing but a rain check
and i let the rain watch around me

[chorus: jj and sutaijian]
i’m at terminal one with a stick
toting my motherf*cking bl!ck
with a bl!ck in my back pocket
like a pocket rocket
i’m at terminal one with a stick
immigrating to the next b*tch
security guards on my d*ck
[verse 2: sutaijian]
i’m not too big not to have safe s**
or make it rain on a downtown scripper
i can’t screw it up with them models, that hit too different
watch me stick around forever like sefi oyeyemi
semi*trucks drop my loads, moving in stationary
to write more verses, and not tote sticks
with a bl!ck in my backpocket and a bic in the other one
hypocrite
covergirls on my covers cause i done got it on me
yeah he got the good but he bought it on lease
i need my girl covered in gold leaves, that’s my adam and eve
eternal d*mnation on the course of your scene
i was in my safe house, my garden like a playground
graduated from the trap house
kitchen looking all michelin
it ain’t dope we cooking
living in a world where sinners throw the first stone
and if your hearts black like true tone
i they put the stones in your basket
saks fifth on my city’s avenue
i’m like basquiat in my own right
injecting all my money into it as soon as i make it
everything before it was all makeshift
i got my city on my back, i gotta get my country on it
and i ain’t even make sh*t
but man i can open the gates at terminal one
[verse 3: sutaijian]
training my back so i can lift all the weight with
it weighs more than a hundred stone
sharks in them penthouse pools
i see two fins
rented out community pools for nude parties
and smoking out newports
an army of my throwaways assembled on the shore
said they’re hard to get but when i’m around they want more
who you fooling
girl you ain’t do your chores
clean up the mess you made like i wasn’t a part of it
if i part your legs like i’m parting rides
you better succeed till your clothes tie*dyed white
i just got a christian trick to take off the crucifix for me
she look like a fallen angel, but i think she lucifer
all my cheques green look like fallen angels
if i i quit working then the whole industry bout to be the ones losing

[bridge 2: sutaijian]
you, tried so hard
been playing all my best cards
but ive still got a lot on my deck
praying god dont take me next, yeah
god won’t take me next

[verse 4: jj]
treat me like a king but i know you texting 5 guys at the same time
so it don’t mean nothing
don’t ask me what to put out because beggars can’t be the ones choosing
and even if i lost a limb i’m still the one she choosing
i’m at terminal with a stick
tryna cuff a rapper n—— b*tch
i’m at terminal one with a stick
balmain boxers on my motherf***** d*ck
y’all ain’t with rocking with my clique
clique appetite, had to get my dawgs right
right and bright
wake up early morning, get my paper up
then it’s sundown
give me my crown, i can’t see y’all up here
every tear we shed
i deserve to make these millions
taij out here making terminal one
so we oughta go stadium status

[chorus: jj and sutaijian]
i’m at terminal one with a stick
toting my motherf***** bl!ck
with a bl!ck in my back pocket
like a pocket rocket
i’m at terminal one with a stick
immigrating to the next b*tch
security guards on my d*ck
rawd*gg*ng the game, even though i had protection in my back pocket
i’m at the baggage carousel with a clip in my hand
emotional baggage strewn across the album
it’s sutaijian in the flesh

[outro: xavie and sutaijian]
b*tch im rocking chief keef diamonds out the face
i ain’t serving wocky, b*tch im serving freebase
yeah, bad boys like we diddy mase
im in the yellow car, po finna chase
b*tch im rocking chief keef diamonds out the face
i ain’t serving wocky, b*tch im serving freebase
yeah, bad boys like we diddy mase
im in the yellow car, po finna chase
they got they tasers out, im taking up a new route
put them grilles up in my mouth, im true blue hood now
i had to push the dash amount
staig got the beats and the four counts

- sutaijian lyrics

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