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I used to work at
Seven bucks an wasn't much money
But I be rapping and kicking it on my lunch
Like "I'mma make it out this one day"
I was in the back, back of the bus before 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
That is the window I'm planning to vacate
Pops put on bars just in somebody breaks in
not gonna stop me from getting to the pavement
Shh, Jerome at the bus stop
I got the bigger roll, paranoid cops
And all my city's known for grunge, flannel, rock
And a bunch of Sub Pop, I was on Buckshot

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

Just that new Boot Camp tape
The neighbors keep complaining 'bout too bass
Bang, bang, let me do my
Give me two cans and you gon' know my
You don't want to get
You know I be on these overpasses bridges, dog
You I be dippin' through these 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 to talk anymore
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 aerosol
I woke up in the and I had a vision
These suit and ties got the nerve to it vandalism
They hella mad, say my art is bad for business
But I'mma paint a better world until the cans are
Now let it drip, let it
If catch me doing dirt I'll plead the fifth
I pop a top, I my Glock
bumpin', I was on that 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

Chill-chill-chilin' the crew
Just writing my in graffiti on the wall
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 your up, crank up the PC
See, my boys are PC if you're talking graffiti
See, we call it aerosol art we splatter the city
I got twenty cans in my napsack
out the whick-whack
TIOS's ain't get that
Fat and black 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 them at, or them green turquoise?
Where my real graf writers? some noise

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