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

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

copped that new Boot 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 these tryna diss the law
Sixteen Adidas on
I'm too speedy for police I'm chiefin' through these streets, I'm
I got game, need to talk anymore
Boppity-bo, tippity-toppity, I pop me some
I was underground he came from and he pop out a hole
Cracked the top back on the flat aerosol
I up in the morning and I had a vision
These suit and ties got the to call it vandalism
hella mad, say my art is really 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 I'll plead the fifth
I pop a top, I my Glock
bumpin', I was on that Buckshot

Window to window and 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

Chill-chill-chilin' with the
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 really PC if you're 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 and black books, yo, we rep that
149th street bench is we slept at
Clep-clap, clep-clap, clep-clap,
are not my words, the spray can said that
Where them at, or them green turquoise?
Where my real graf writers? Make noise

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