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I used to work at
Seven bucks an wasn't much money
But I be and kicking 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 boombox and a blunt, deuce-deuce
H on my crew, we get drunk, a little
Type of dudes who square up and knock a tooth
to the basement, the, the, the basement
That is the I'm planning to vacate with
put on bars just in case somebody breaks in
That's not stop me from getting to the pavement
Shh, meeting Jerome at the bus
I got the bigger roll, paranoid buck
And all my city's known for grunge, flannel, rock
And a bunch of Sub Pop, I was on Buckshot

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

Just copped that new Camp tape
The neighbors complaining 'bout too much bass
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 alleys tryna diss the law
Sixteen Adidas on
I'm too speedy for police I'm through these streets, I'm gone
I got game, don't need to talk
Boppity-bo, tippity-toppity, I pop me some
I was underground where he came and he pop out a hole
Cracked the top back on the flat black
I up in the morning and I had a vision
These suit and ties got the nerve to it vandalism
hella 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 me doing dirt I'll plead the fifth
I pop a top, I brought my
Speakers bumpin', I was on that

Window to window and wall to
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

with the crew
Just writing my name in graffiti on the
is he?
(Yeah, knowledge supreme)
Got the following the

Turn up the CD or up the TV
Turn up your T-A-P-E, turn phone up, crank 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 even get that
Fat tips and 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 that
Where them reds at, or them green
Where my graf writers? Make some noise

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