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I used to work at
Seven bucks an hour wasn't much
But I be rapping and kicking it on my break
Like "I'mma make it out motherfucker one day"
I was in the back, seat of the bus before 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
Quick to the basement, the, the, the
That is the window I'm planning to vacate
put on bars just in case somebody breaks in
That's not gonna stop me from to the pavement
Shh, meeting at the bus stop
I got the roll, paranoid buck cops
And all my city's known for grunge, flannel, puck
And a bunch of Sub Pop, I was on that

Window to window and wall to
Can of Krylon, we out to
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Four in the I'm with the squad
we go, there we go, there we go, there we go
Window to window and to wall
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 Boot Camp
The keep complaining 'bout too much bass
Bang, bang, let me do my
Give me two cans and you know my name
You want 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 streets, I'm gone
I got game, need to talk anymore
Boppity-bo, tippity-toppity, I pop me some
I was underground where he from and he pop out a hole
Cracked the top back on the black aerosol
I up in the morning and I had a vision
These and ties got the nerve to call it vandalism
They hella mad, say my art is really bad for
But I'mma paint a world until the cans are empty
Now let it drip, let it
If they me doing dirt I'll plead the fifth
I pop a top, I my Glock
Speakers bumpin', I was on that

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

Chill-chill-chilin' the crew
writing my name in graffiti on the wall
is he?
(Yeah, reigns supreme)
Got the following the

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

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