[Verse One: A.N.T.I. Ill]
I rock a dark hoodie when I walk these streets
A scribe with streaks no heat my steps discrete
Bra** knuckles for these s**ers with beef
I need graffiti in cities surrounding to make my life complete
I used to see it as an ignorant act of turf marking
Till my man Bruce showed me the journey that he embarked in
I started sparking shots with flames, names, to gain some shine
Some followed but stopped in due time
Just another fad for summer was the thing to do
But I seen it as 12 ounces of soul that I could escape through
I hate crews who bang with straps
They bust caps on cats who catch tags in the wrong neighbourhood they at
But that’s a part of the game, the graff life
The rush of adrenaline you feel running from police lights
It’s these nights that remind us why we do it
Up for school in a few hours reaking of paint fluid
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[Verse 2: Vyzualz]
I like to spray the walls with Krylon
Walk streets on your block in the night… and get my write on
Rock top to bottoms, flare tips and fat tips we got em
That name was everywhere until that guy shot him
Artistic vandal. meet the highway damagers
To get up on those freeway signs, you need stamina
Never ever worried about getting crossed out
If I catch you writing over me, you get knocked out
I never get sick of the smell of paint liquid
Graffiti’s been around since the days of heiroglyphics
Forget about one time
Cover land like sunshine
Tag every bus, every street, every sign
A juvenile delinquent with many bad habits
I carried mean streaks
Fat markers and backpacked it
If you don’t know hiphop, I bet you can’t stand this
The everyday Pica**o, the streets is my canvas