Edo G:
Boston, Roxbury.
Lets talk about Boston Art
Swear to god then i cross my heart
never forgot what we was taught
but my art had a counterpart
Spray cans in the shopping cart
throw up a tag when we found the spot
beat your chest, pound your heart
no respect so we grown apart
small complex
Napoleon Bonaparte
You can buy it if you really wanna own the art
Fast food to a la carte
People don't know how hard we fought
for them to call it art
better know as graffiti
couldn't get in the galleries in spots that were seedy
until they realized and got greedy
took it freely
incorporated in the main stream so sneaky
Tuskegee
Edo threw up the Edo G tag so everyone could see me
believe me

Grandpamini (translated from French):
you are looking at postcards from my home
telling you that you do not have the Money
To console yourself, you go to MOMA- But you know it's not the same
come visit the Louvre with a famous French dude
with your girlfriend and my friends we make the « déjeuner sur l’herbe »
Fragonard breaks you the verterb
it's here in Paris that we invented the verb
I present the Titien, it's not yours, it's mine, Italian,
I warn you, I'm going to cut your American hand (dude)
(you do not touch it! looking at Gericault, not a word. His picture, signals in the brain,
I'm going to cut your gringo hand do not touch
Paris eats you
this is not a test
Take a slap in a face at the Orsay Museum
all my Thugs eats their kebabs in front of a Gustave Courbet
come and do your ablutions in all my exhibitions
you forget your girlfriends and your clothes in the alley of the pharaohs
on the « Pont des arts », you are disarmed
as optimus prime, you have transformed yourself
it's too much for your brain
there's no more room
I would like to take you in my arms, but I do not have arms // « Samotrace »

« l’Origine du Monde » put you in the grave from Atlanta to Paris
each second in front of the « Joconde » 60 million selfies

Fahamu Pecou:
dj BC, Fahamu Pecou is The Shit
Create like a God
Command like a King
Work like a slave
Love like a mother
YOu know the motto.
This is how we do

I grew up with JJ, not Picasso
a project kid's drawing scenes of the ghetto
Teachers told me my style was something special
But soon the nay-sayers and doubts they got in my head though
They said you wont make money until you're dead bro
I had to figure out a scheme to get this bread, so
Head it down with this paper and lead yo
Dreaming of the day this art would help me get gone
lets go!
made my way to the A
I was drawing cartoons when my girl rocked my world one day
She took me by my hand and walked me through museums
pointing out those gems and ways that i could see em
and then she told me one day,
you could be one
of the artists in these hallowed halls
and I believed her
I used the city as my canvas, my fuel and inspiration
pumped out my chest and made a declaration
And so there's no confusion
Fahama Pecou is The Shit,
you can draw your own conclusion
And so there's no confusion
Fahama Pecou is The Shit,
you can draw your own conclusion