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[Intro: Jean-Michel Basquiat and Becky Johnston]

"I've had this a lot. Most of my reviews have been more reviews on my…”

“Of your personality.”

"Of my personality, yeah. More so than my work, mostly.”

"So how do you react to that sort of thing?”



[Verse 1]

Me and my labels think, about to bust a 419

What's shaking with the crazy Haitian kid that got the chiropractor gettin' all the guap

Plaque the ‘Lac, a rental rap

The lacking call the fucking cops (man I wanted the 911!)

This the type of racket get you notarised

All the time, automatic weapons set you on fire

Draw the line, before they crash your Legend they gon’ bore the tires

Au revoir, puff a ratchet bredren they want all the pie

No more lies, Gucci bandanna hogtie

Picture God getting manhandled, n***as know it's not

Bum broke n***as outta line and I don’t owe a dime

Côte d’Ivoire, told them fly a kite

And fly the whole barrage (BRRRRRRRRR)



[Chorus]

[Haitian Creole]



[Outro: Jean-Michel Basquiat]

"So they have this image of me, you know, wild man running, you know wild monkey man, whatever, whatever the fuck they say."