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I used to work at
Seven bucks an hour wasn't money
But I be rapping and kicking it on my break
Like "I'mma make it out motherfucker one day"
I was in the back, back seat of the bus a bluetooth
Got the and a blunt, bootlegger deuce-deuce
H on my crew, we get drunk, a coo-coo
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
Pops put on bars in case somebody breaks in
That's not gonna stop me from to the pavement
Shh, Jerome at the bus stop
I got the bigger roll, paranoid buck
And all my known for grunge, flannel, puck rock
And a bunch of Sub Pop, I was on that

Window to and wall 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 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

Just copped new Boot Camp tape
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 overpasses bridges, dog
You know I be through these alleys tryna diss the law
Sixteen with on
I'm too speedy for police I'm chiefin' through 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
These and ties got the nerve to call 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 Buckshot

to window 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

Chill-chill-chilin' the crew
Just writing my 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 really PC if you're graffiti
See, we call it art when we splatter the city
I got twenty five cans in my
out the whick-whack
TIOS's ain't 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
them reds at, or them green turquoise?
Where my real graf writers? Make noise

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