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

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

Just that new Boot Camp tape
The neighbors keep complaining 'bout too much
Bang, bang, let me do my
Give me two cans and you gon' my name
You want to get involved
You know I be on these overpasses bridges, dog
You know I be dippin' through these tryna diss the law
with Adidas on
I'm too speedy for I'm chiefin' through these streets, I'm gone
I got game, don't need to anymore
Boppity-bo, tippity-toppity, I pop me some
I was underground where he came and he pop out a hole
the top back on the flat black aerosol
I up in the morning and I had a vision
These suit and got the nerve to call it vandalism
They hella mad, say my art is bad for business
But I'mma a better world until the cans are empty
Now let it drip, let it
If they catch me doing dirt I'll plead the
I pop a top, I brought my
bumpin', I was on that Buckshot

Window to window and wall to
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

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

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

with the crew
Just my name in graffiti on the wall
is he?
(Macklemore)
Got the world the
(Buckshot, shot, shot, shot)