Letras
Man, why you still doing this shit?
Yo man, basically for the love of it, you know?
I feel age has no part of it, you know?
And um, if you're really like hardcore into graffiti
And you got love for it and you want to be real about it
You know, age should have nothing to do with it
I mean, I'm sure when I get older, maybe like, maybe in the fifties
I'll probably like, really leave this shit alone
And the way the world is going
You know, they gettin' more stricter on graf'
But, right now, as I'm thirty years old and I feel good
I'mma still represent for mines, you know?
And let niggas know who I am
Ayo, Krylon fat cap top to bottom
Bombing up the wall, hope the cops don't spot 'em
TAKI183 tagged the hallway
Donnie hit the A train, yo, where y'all stay?
East New York, son, bit the whole style
Puffy ass letters, highlights that go "Blaow!"
Phaze Two just bombed the A train
I saw three, four other lines, the same name
Zephyr, Fab 5 Freddy at a lecture
Transit Authority, the crime inspectors
Coke Two, a legend, a king
Had to hop a million fences just for doing my thing
Hondo did Lake Frost top cloudy
Yo, I heard some barking in the yard, yo, I'm outtie
Third Rail, look what it did to Ramo
Many lives lost, but that's just how the game go
Shout to the Artifacts
Flipped the whole scene into a part of rap
(The wrong side of the tracks)
Meech and Styles ride in the URL
They competing for miles and miles
And miles, and miles, and miles
What do you see for miles and miles
And miles, and miles?
Graffiti, don't start me
Tagged the Green Room with a sharpie
Look, J Sands right next to Biz Markie
Pardon me, you ever seen my b-boy characters?
Imagine a city where all of the buildings
Were covered in color from the floor to ceiling
Saturated with the rainbows of yore
Beauty that I rarely see anymore
If you come here, there's no loitering here
No skateboarding, spraypainting happiness here
Police on patrol, a playground so droll
I just want to decorate for my soul
Imagine a city where all of the buildings
Were covered in color from the floor to ceiling
Saturated with the rainbows of yore
Beauty that I rarely see anymore
If you come here, there's no loitering here
No skateboarding, spraypainting happiness here
Police on patrol, a playground so droll
I just want to decorate for my soul
I'm out to bomb like that song L and Tame One was on
Take the baton, one step beyond, still painting
Letterhead with dreads, cremating
Deliver with just black and silver, cremating
Bonsi, Irie Posse, those damn kids
Freestyle champs, yeah, dreaming gigs
Spy giant joker, the trend's in
Hit and run nonstop, I'm built from that cloth
Clarity of wordplay, funk, no distractions
Characters, backgrounds, enhance productions
And being illegible doesn't make it credible
In fact, your patty cake wildstyle is quite edible
Toys skipping steps just to get a rep
Panic with distractions, I'm relaxed with pep
J Sands in the stands is off the man's
Precision when controlling the can
Hand styles galore guaranteed to give more
Buku at your service, letter connoisseur for sure
For sure
Imagine a city where all of the buildings
Were covered in color from the floor to ceiling
Saturated with the rainbows of yore
Beauty that I rarely see anymore
If you come here, there's no loitering here
No skateboarding, spraypainting happiness here
Police on patrol, a playground so droll
I just want to decorate for my soul
Imagine a city where all of the buildings
Were covered in color from the floor to ceiling
Saturated with the rainbows of yore
Beauty that I rarely see anymore
If you come here, there's no loitering here
No skateboarding, spraypainting happiness here
Police on patrol, a playground so droll
I just want to decorate for my soul
I'm riding the art, the New York East side
Museum stuff with the yellow sign
The vibe is a big piece, hold up to my head
Keep a Glock tucked like a prison, you said
The children within are the parallel world
Dance with the girls and the boys and the girls
Let us be free to enhance the eyes
So we can visualize with the mind