Twelve was the age that set me off with the 'graff' style
While zapp bumping
Gang banging was hype with the
Juvinile
Graff grabbed my mind which
Led to expression and thought
Seventh and Hill I used to bus kill with 'snap'
And 'skill' Fake bus passes with all city access
Insides and outsides going up was a must
Paying much 'dues' from
The 'valle' to 'Los', 'One-Times' is on the
Sweat and they jacking for piece books

Pocket full of Fatcaps! So what's up and where you at

Tag-banging toys hit me up like what you write 'ese'
But I'm not about beef just the burners and sketches
And
Respect is gained from the flavor of you phlexin'
Not by 'capping' a piece and dissing tags for attention
Serious
World-wide aerosolic expression
So focus the mind hit some surface and stop trippin'
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Pocket full of Fatcaps! So what's up and where you at

Graffin' up in L.A. you can't act stupid and play, s
Triking up in the wrong hood could mean your last day
Most every
Set has a blovk and every block has a mad set
With sick evil fools who love to see blood-hit pavement
L.A. area
Hip-hop under threats of existing
B-Boy culture in violence peace as purpose is drifting
So tag-banger afraid to be a
Real gangster
Get schooled on some roots and get that mission together
Graffiti writer ghetto culture provider
Facsist activist don't want me to exist
Propagated media hype. Stereo-type you try to make me look like the one
With the 'gat' abd 'knife'
Lies after lies classist racist and mythical. But even suburbia child is down with ghetto
Cultural. Fears got three strikes
Skate gets all the love I got. Under the influence of the hardcore that can't be
Stopped