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I used to work at
Seven bucks an hour much money
But I be rapping and kicking it on my break
Like "I'mma it out this motherfucker one day"
I was in the back, seat of the bus before a bluetooth
Got the boombox and a blunt, bootlegger
H on my crew, we get drunk, a little
Type of dudes who square up and knock a tooth
to the basement, the, the, the basement
That is the window I'm planning to with
Pops put on bars just in case breaks in
That's not stop me from getting to the pavement
Shh, Jerome at the bus stop
I got the roll, paranoid buck cops
And all my city's known for grunge, flannel, puck
And a of Sub Pop, I was on that Buckshot

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

Just copped new Boot Camp tape
The neighbors keep complaining too much 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' these alleys tryna diss the law
with Adidas on
I'm too speedy for police I'm chiefin' these streets, I'm gone
I got game, don't to talk anymore
Boppity-bo, tippity-toppity, I pop me more
I was underground he came 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 suit and ties got the to call it vandalism
hella mad, say my art is really bad for business
But I'mma a better world until the cans are empty
Now let it drip, let it
If they catch me doing dirt plead the fifth
I pop a top, I brought my
Speakers bumpin', I was on that

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

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

up the CD or turn 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 art when we splatter the city
I got twenty cans in my napsack
out the whick-whack
TIOS's even get that
Fat and black books, yo, we rep that
149th street bench is where we at
Clep-clap, clep-clap, clep-clap,
are not my words, the spray can said that
Where them reds at, or them green
Where my real graf writers? some noise

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