For all you niggas aiming at my head, I got another one. She asked me if I wanted more head, I got another one. Ay, I see you bobbin yo head. I got another one. Will Porter, Bas$quiat & Shae, a 3 headed monster

B: you can tell by what's on my feet/ I'm a head hancho/ head huntin, pull up on a nigga like "you said somn?"/ wearin ponchos won't keep you safe/ from this brainstorming/ pourin, pourin, pourin/ yes the style is foreign/ it ain't hard to tell/ glory, glory, glory/ how you get the title Bas?/ that's another story/ judge my past, I'll take them allegations/ turn em into allegories/ I'm turnin pages, countin money/ countin blessings, turn up on em/ oo they mad/ dropped 'a album, dropped a movie/ raised the prices got the people raising hands

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S: I'm Le'Boss wit the pen, I'm cool/ rippin through em like the denim do/ the best advice I can give to you is don't come for me 'less I send for you/ start of true religion, yes it's in my genes/ we don't follow suit. King, King & Queen/ undefeated til we get a ring/ this the team you ain't neva seen/ make em jump like it's Kris Kross/ I'm Skylar Diggins wit the dish-off/ I dig in, they do the dishes/ got em deterred by the break of dawn/ rappin, educated monsta/ tell these niggas call me doctor/ can't nobody save you/ don't go to the light/ it's all white like the Oscar's

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W: I'm a pharaoh baby/ building my kingdom piece by piece/ God is a sculptor my goddess gon be his masterpiece/ I roll dat Zulu up just like Shaka until I master peace/ I paint the vision so vivid just watch the master preach/ shout out hallelujah in blue hues, violets & greens/ say praise the Lord I'm the Huey Newton of artistry/ stop the violence let's teach before genocide is reached/ je ne sais quoi that's the Cooper steeze, it's all in my genes/ I'm on a mountaintop so high that I am past the peak/ I'm Martin King on April 3rd when he got out his seat to speak/ there ain't no fear in me/ enemies can clearly see the everlasting God in me/ that's why the NYPD tried to Oscar me/ they saw their souls on canvas/ & wanted me in handcuffs/ they wanna make examples of these ghetto Michaelangelos'/ they want us lightin candles/ & chantin negro anthems/ but I won't die/ won't lynch my art or my pride/ so you can treat it like a prize/ & have it hangin from yo mantle/ burning hella weed/ cuz life is such a challenge/balance in this life is all we need/ you screwed if you don't have it/graphic stories spillin from my speech/ it's still fuxk police/ cuz life out here is savage/ that red from a brush wit death ain't comin from no palette/ these white racists plottin, provin they want us off the planet/ these blue lives only practice puttin colors in a casket/ & don't get reprimanded?/ this is for my peeps wit no peace who just gotta have it/ so many tasteless acts make me toss & turn on my mattress/ retracting back to imagining pillows on top 'a palettes/ way before the palaces/manifesting dreams with the talents that I was handed/ while at the necks of these bastards/ supporting illegal mandates/ thought it was enough to address these things on a canvas/ I was wrong and shortly after I took a dive into rappin/ they see us and they hear us but those alone ain't impactful/ it's sick and it's kinda sad that bustin back sounds like the answer/ gun laws in my search results gon have to come in handy/ seein, hearing and feelin heat might make them boys overstand me/ cuz witnessing these killings has scarred the kid like a branding/ while brandishing fifths of Brandy to cope wit my father's passing