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Paint Graff Time, C'mon |
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Yeah, I need to face it man |
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I'm addicted to the sound of the ball when I shake the can |
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I'm a let my man Stan patrol |
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While I exercise can control |
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It's Graff Time, C'mon |
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Yeah, I need to face it man |
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I'm addicted to the sound of the ball when I shake the can |
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I'm a let my man Stan patrol |
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While I exercise can control |
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It's Graff Time, Yo |
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My main thing was to paint to gain fame |
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Not duely and aimed, and beautifly stained |
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Plain trains and walls the same thing |
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Incredible styles we maintained |
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Devoured cowards and we made 'em change names |
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Addicted I truly became to this |
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Wicked unruly insane |
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Sub-culture where painters became kings. |
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So make room cause I came to create doom |
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On flat surfaces till I faint from paint fumes, Yep! |
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When security at the track look |
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Wretchedly fallable wack |
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Put pictures in black books |
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Sketchers and catchers set up the graff spots |
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With murals depict the struggles of the have-nots |
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Runnin' tunnels and hot spots |
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To be the only one |
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We rustle, we be fright on and rust slowly |
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And I'm a earner so slowly done |
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Fifteen, skill up a bliff clean |
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Messages in graffiti, no fuckin' writer can see me at all! |
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Hey, I need to face it man |
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I'm addicted to the sound of the ball when I shake the can. |
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I'm a let my man Stan patrol, |
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While I exercise can control. |
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It's Graff Time, C'mon. |
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Yeah, I need to face it man |
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I'm addicted to the sound of the ball when I shake the can. |
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While I exercise can control. |
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It's Graff Time, Yo! |
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Liquid hip-hop in my vein |
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Hop in the train |
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Since the sixth grade I have not been the same |
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Whether playin' ball or rhymin' in the hall |
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Or just writing my name in graffiti on the wall, yahh... |
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(Everything you paint will fade or fall off the wall or debuff, or get dissed, or gone over) |
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(So it's like, you know, the walls are living and breathing) |
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(That rush, that rush is amazing. Knowing that you're standing out there alone...) |
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(surrounded by an entire world that most likely disapproves of what you're doing) |
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Yo, I counted my cans as I awaited by chance |
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I perpetrated my plans with ink and paint on my hands |
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Celebrated by fans of the vandross war trends |
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Who march in the dark so the dark start chargin' |
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Taggin your name and the clan you claim |
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On everything and your parents don't understand your pain |
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How beautifully tamed sceneries |
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And special tips disperse the paint evenly |
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Thirst just ain't leavin' me, yet! |
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Time stops when graffiti bombs drop |
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Cleverly cop a key to the intercom box |
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Beginners is gon' watch and veterans lay spray |
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Peace to lee fab, futura and k-slay, today! |
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Hey, I need to face it man |
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I'm addicted to the sound of the ball when I shake the can. |
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I'm a let my man Stan patrol, |
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While I exercise can control. |
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It's Graff Time, C'mon. |
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Yeah, I need to face it man |
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I'm addicted to the sound of the ball when I shake the can. |
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I'm a let my man Stan patrol, |
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While I exercise can control. |
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It's Graff Time, Yo! |
