Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Graffiti Busters , by - B. Dolan. Song from the album Kill the Wolf, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 09.07.2015
Record label: Speech Development
Song language: English
Graffiti Busters |
| They say that every work of art |
| Is an uncommitted crime |
| Though they paint me as a vandal |
| When I’m out committing mine |
| Follow the dripping line |
| You will find me in the gallery |
| Faded off the toxic haze |
| In defaced alleys |
| At first I did it casually |
| Created in the train yard |
| Slayed the line in '89 |
| Escaped into the skate park |
| Hit the vacant lots |
| And way up spots to make a mark |
| I’m capping amateurs |
| I’ll banish ya |
| I’m trained in the art |
| It takes heart |
| And talent |
| Years of practice |
| Respected by my rival |
| Cause I’m peerless at it |
| My method is perfected |
| A professional routine |
| I may be the most meticulous |
| This city’s ever seen |
| Who could get the place clean |
| From the heavens to the gutter |
| I’m famous All City |
| From the way I run the buffer |
| Graffiti Busters run your city |
| We get up all over town |
| Soon as you do a piece |
| We come around |
| And take it down |
| (Take it down) |
| Take it down |
| (Take it down) |
| Take it down |
| (Take it down in your neighborhood) |
| Graffiti Busters on the scene |
| Before you piece was even done |
| Soon as you make a change |
| We put it back the way it was |
| (The way it was) |
| The way it was |
| (The way it was) |
| The way it was |
| (The way it was in your neighborhood) |
| Stripping the stain |
| From the places you’ve been |
| By the way |
| Could take me days |
| To erase what you did |
| What a job |
| What a sick generation of kids |
| Violating for the sake of writing |
| Names on shit |
| That’s why I specialize in ways of |
| Taking paint off brick |
| Curate cans of chemicals |
| I lay on thick |
| No wild style’s indelible |
| I pray on script |
| Untangle the jagged angles |
| Till they fade or chip |
| You know there ain’t no winner |
| In your hip hop style war |
| Just a whole city |
| You disfigure with eyesores |
| How many millions |
| Of little scribbles do I wash? |
| Massacre burners and tags |
| Murals you find gone |
| Symbols of a bygone era |
| Get covered |
| Legends in your own mind |
| Your time’s coming |
| I wash 47 miles of Krylon |
| I use a cobra snake |
| For a necktie |
| Got a white commercial van |
| And permits in hand |
| You see the darkness |
| In the sockets |
| Of my dead eyes |
| You want war |
| Hang your letters high |
| I will cross you out |
| And leave your sketch book |
| As a message to the next guy |
| Respect mine! |
| Toys who scatter tags |
| Recognize even royals |
| Pay the tax |
| The paint scraper |
| The straight razor |
| The pain taker |
| The train fader |
| The fame eraser (Who?) |
| The Great Satan |
| The name most hated |
| The contribution to the game |
| Most underrated |
| Bomb in block colors |
| Make a whole wall vanish |
| Give us a call we’ll come and undo damage |
| Local business owners |
| Always know who your man is |
| The one who made the blankness |
| You take for canvas |