Cyhi The Prynce - Basquiat lyrics

[Produced By: Go Grizzly] [Intro: CyHi The Prynce] Cyhi! Yeah [Verse 1: CyHi The Prynce] I got a paintbrush that you can't touch Went on a date with the devil but I paid dutch And shawty wore a Prada dress With a Kate Spades clutch Mona Lisa, Melanie Fiona Features Got her in the loft heavily on the reefer Ran up in her like a sneaker Got her drinking margaritas The p**y was picture perfect Had her painted on the easel Fly like an angel or an eagle on the needle This how it woulda sound if it was a n***a in The Beatles I'm from where they steal the speakers out your Regal Man these young n***as evil shoot it out with the people To my hood I'm like the tower to the people out in Pisa You see this pyramid and say it's Illuminati But not me, the first thing I think about is Egypt Had your b**h doing kegels in the Begal Went from "it was nice to meet you" to "taking off your top" Ever since I met her at that coffee shop She would come to the crib we would talk a lot Listenin to Beethoven, Mozart and Bach Now I'm kissin on her spot got her awfully hot Sex is a art it's just like a Picas- So don't do it for me do it for Basquiat [Hook] Ask me if I'm on the radio, I'm probably not But I don't do it for the radio I do this sh** for Basquiat So I don't care if you think my songs are hot or not Cause I don't do this sh** for y'all I do this sh** for Basquiat [Verse 2] I write my graffiti in Swahili I don't follow, I'm not Phoebe f** diabetes, I'mma die chic That's the reason I'm dressed in this dashiki Fly as Tuskegee, riding to my CD k**in' your artists they ask me to sign a treaty Edgar Allen, mixed with that n***a Idi I mean can't nobody f** with me in my city When it comes to art, I'm the man bro The fans follow me, everywhere my Van Gogh Michelangelo, to your girl I'm Vermeer? Shorty c'mere let me put these pearls in your ear I been around the world in a year I got the type of bars that could serve you a beer And some Sake shots Like the ones you get at the hibachi spot Don't get your b**h dug out I'm Bobby Cox My flow it'll bite your head off like Ozzy Oz Born to be the greatest, so until my body rot I'm the best overall, Osh Kosh Bigosh damn Let the Gods be Gods And get the guys that defy the odds And your flow is Bob Ross And my sh** is more like Basquiat [Hook] [Verse 3] Imagine Leonardo, in a Gallardo I'm doin well I always be at the Fargo Color purple got me feelin like Harpo I'm like a art show, at the Louvre Andy Warhol on your who*e's wall Shawty quit f**in with them cornballs I'm Rembrandt on tour y'all Or Jean Michel without his shoes I'm Kanye but not as rude I'm Banksy on top of blues I'm Kidult with a tude On the fire extinguish I made the news G.O.O.D. music, we here to push the culture We don't do it for exposure Never confuse a painting with a poster I can't believe you would disrespect Basquiat [Hook]