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I to work at Subway
Seven bucks an hour wasn't much
But I be rapping and it on my lunch break
Like "I'mma make it out motherfucker one day"
I was in the back, back seat of the bus a bluetooth
Got the and a blunt, bootlegger deuce-deuce
H on my crew, we get drunk, a coo-coo
Type of dudes who up and knock a tooth loose
Quick to the basement, the, the, the
That is the window I'm to vacate with
Pops put on bars just in case somebody in
That's not stop me from getting to the pavement
Shh, Jerome at the bus stop
I got the bigger roll, paranoid buck
And all my known for grunge, flannel, puck rock
And a bunch of Sub Pop, I was on Buckshot

Window to and wall to wall
Can of Krylon, we out to
(Buckshot)
in the morning I'm with the squad
There we go, there we go, there we go, we go
to window and wall to wall
Can of Krylon, we out to
Four in the morning I'm the squad
There we go, there we go, we go, there we go

Just copped new Boot Camp tape
The neighbors complaining 'bout too much bass
Bang, bang, let me do my
Give me two cans and you gon' know my
You don't to get involved
You know I be on these burning bridges, dog
You I be dippin' through these alleys tryna diss the law
with Adidas on
I'm too speedy for police I'm chiefin' through these streets, I'm
I got game, don't to talk anymore
Boppity-bo, tippity-toppity, I pop me more
I was where he came from and he pop out a hole
Cracked the top on the flat black aerosol
I up in the morning and I had a vision
suit and ties got the nerve to call it vandalism
They mad, say my art is really bad for business
But I'mma paint a better world until the cans are
Now let it drip, let it
If they catch me doing dirt I'll the fifth
I pop a top, I my Glock
Speakers bumpin', I was on that

Window to window and wall to
Can of Krylon, we out to
(Buckshot)
Four in the I'm with the squad
There we go, there we go, there we go, we go

Chill-chill-chilin' the crew
Just my name in graffiti on the wall
is he?
(Yeah, knowledge supreme)
Got the world the

Turn up the CD or up the TV
up your T-A-P-E, turn your phone up, crank up the PC
See, my boys are really PC if you're graffiti
See, we call it aerosol art when we the city
I got five cans in my napsack
Crossing out the
TIOS's ain't get that
Fat and black books, yo, we rep that
149th street bench is we slept at
Clep-clap, clep-clap, clep-clap,
Those are not my words, the spray can said
them reds at, or them green turquoise?
Where my real graf writers? Make noise

Chill-chill-chilin' the crew
Just my name in graffiti on the wall
is he?
(Macklemore)
Got the world the
(Buckshot, shot, shot, shot)