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I used to work at
Seven bucks an hour wasn't 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
of dudes who square up and knock a tooth loose
Quick to the basement, the, the, the
is the window I'm planning to vacate with
Pops put on bars just in somebody breaks in
not gonna stop me from getting to the pavement
Shh, meeting Jerome at the bus
I got the bigger roll, paranoid cops
And all my city's for grunge, flannel, puck rock
And a bunch of Sub Pop, I was on that

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

copped that new Boot Camp tape
The neighbors keep complaining 'bout too bass
Bang, bang, let me do my
Give me two and you gon' know my name
You don't want to get
You know I be on these burning bridges, dog
You know I be dippin' through alleys tryna diss the law
with Adidas on
I'm too for police I'm chiefin' through these streets, I'm gone
I got game, don't need to anymore
Boppity-bo, tippity-toppity, I pop me more
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
suit and ties got the nerve to call it vandalism
They hella mad, say my art is bad for business
But I'mma paint a better world until the are empty
Now let it drip, let it
If catch me doing dirt I'll plead the fifth
I pop a top, I brought my
Speakers bumpin', I was on Buckshot

to window 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, we go, there we go

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

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

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