| Right there, son!
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| Oh man, what?!
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| Son, you know we don’t allow that
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| Yeah, we gonna take him out tonight, son
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| No doubt
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| Take a walk with me, we goin all city
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| Black hat, gloves, flat black’s all you need
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| Krylon, Rusto', a Pilot, a silver Touch Tone
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| My name is famous, my face — unknown
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| This is how it goes, late night, early AM
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| Sky’s pitch black, reach in the bag, Click-Clack
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| Then I start sprayin'
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| Paint the wall red, before the cap hits the floor
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| I’m runnin' from the law
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| There’s a alley closeby, I can tell by the stench
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| Shortcut to the park, I’m hidin' under the bench
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| First my kicks was muddy, now all my gear, too?
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| …Shhh — somebody might hear you
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| Can’t make a sound, cuz they just might find me
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| Can’t move an inch, there’s dog shit right behind me
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| Damn! |
| This shit is grimey
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| It’s like I’m an A&R and all these walls are rappers screamin' out «Sign Me»
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| Hold up — gotta let these pigs pass.
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| He’s gotta be here somewhere, we gotta catch his ass
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| Eh, so what? |
| It’s just a bunch of paper work
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| You know what? |
| You’re right, and I’m tired. |
| Let’s go get some donuts
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| Cops got tired of waitin', no match for my patience
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| I think I’ll be safe and head in to the train station
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| And you know I ain’t payin', but no need for creepin'
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| This time of night the lady in the booth is always sleepin'
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| 9 times outta 10, the platform is empty
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| Poles freshly painted and it really looks tempting
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| But tonight I got a feeling like somebody’s out to get me
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| I reach for my marker, but my instincts won’t let me
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| White guy, by himself — don’t care when the train’s comin?
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| Just don’t add up, allow me to explain somethin'
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| This guy’s an undercover, disguised to bring you under
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| No lies, I seen 'em hover, Just tryin to warn you, brotha
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| Here comes the train, dip into the last car
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| Put my name everywhere, even where the maps are
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| And nothin' leaves a mark like Griffin Shoe Polish
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| By the time we hit the next stop, the whole car’s demolished
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| Time to exit proceed with a purpose
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| My canvas, a surface most people deem as worthless
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| Pop the krylon top, no need to steal, I purchase
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| You find that funny? |
| I’m spendin' rap money
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| Anyway, cop a squat, got a nice spot — the rooftop
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| Won’t stop till the sun’s up and my name’s seen from 2 blocks
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| You know what they say, fame is the name of the game
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| So clear the way when you hear the click, clack, and the spray
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| Shouts to Chino BYI, Fatal NFO
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| Smith & Sane, Cost & Revs and Astro
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| Reese RFC, Sack ACV, Shama R5B
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| The squad was TVT
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| 5MH, literally 5 million heads
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| Shouts to Ewok, my first crew — SNF
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| T-Kid, Cope FC, Sonic and Web
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| JA, TKA, Seek and SEV
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| Seer, Daze, Kez-5 and Chez
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| Ere, Sever ATC and Tez
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| Females held it down, Lady Pink, Miss Maggs
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| Take a walk with me, we bout to catch some tags…
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| Take a walk with me
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| Let’s take a walk
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| PackFM, Qn5, The Plague, SNF — Show No Fear, I-Tour |