Focus The Truth – Basquiat (feat. Oswin Benjamin) (Q85 Album)

Real recognize real this where the lies stop
Hope you strapping up
Art like a renaissance
Dodging them Delilahs with the hoe like symptoms
Still that dude from the era of more likes than love
Im Basquiat with the art of war
Diamond engraved chalice
Breathless, I run through rappers with no challenge
Create a movement when the pen is drawn
Living in the moment feeling like a martyr
Over drink liquor than start fights in clubs
King focus don’t want the throne give me the palace
Red eye high but please I’m no Cyclops
Crazy sh#t but in real life its love
An outlaw fighting southpaw
This for y’all who said the passions gone
Arm leg leg arm head see this is God body
Blurting out thoughts still trying to find closure
The lack thereof
Who you know go harder than him in harder denim
Got her actin up
The sun tzu is the sun and moon who the son of truth
Polos and white socks
Carrying the culture on the same back that got lashes on em

Standing firm like Nas in 97 for what I believe in
Its all about balance
I used to think about her but if she call I probably pass her up
I’m low but I’m quite hot
Scriptures pierce ears like a lobe incision
Feeling like I’m chosen this is where you cue the roses
Exposing all of me on every track masta don
Know you can’t throw shade on the sun if its sonning you
Breakfast from IHOP

Basquiat in 83 and undiscovered genius
Don’t lie to my mother
Still trying to find it all
Breaking walls lacking wisdom cracking codes im the black Di Vinci
It’s hard to mention another heart with a mission to split the division
Second Verse – Oswin Benjamin
Back to clubs
Ain’t no punches when I record
Chuck a deuce, sip some juice, whoopty woo what it do
Raw rapping don’t need a stylist
She asked for love
Cotton pickers and crack endorsers
Feel the pain through my monologue
Stained glass on the temple just know that God got him
Still trying to get it all
With n#ggas who love malice
Please keep your composure
I ride for my brothers, if all else fails I might die for my brothers
You feel me
Having fun
God is with him
Perspective connected
To touch the heart of the hardest sinner
Reckless my bro sip lean like we in Dallas
Why not
You jacka##es I ain’t hee hawing with you
Peacemaker but if provoked then prone to violence
The veteran you ain’t better than, who harder than him
People think I’m great but I lack the exposure
This black ranger talk I’m a mastodon