Graff Time
Paint Graff Time, C'mon
Yeah, I need to face it man
I'm addicted to the sound of the ball when I shake the can
I'm a let my man Stan patrol
While I exercise can control
It's Graff Time, C'mon
Yeah, I need to face it man
I'm addicted to the sound of the ball when I shake the can
I'm a let my man Stan patrol
While I exercise can control
It's Graff Time, Yo
My main thing was to paint to gain fame
Not duely and aimed, and beautifly stained
Plain trains and walls the same thing
Incredible styles we maintained
Devoured cowards and we made 'em change names
Addicted I truly became to this
Wicked unruly insane
Sub-culture where painters became kings.
So make room cause I came to create doom
On flat surfaces till I faint from paint fumes, Yep!
When security at the track look
Wretchedly fallable wack
Put pictures in black books
Sketchers and catchers set up the graff spots
With murals depict the struggles of the have-nots
Runnin' tunnels and hot spots
To be the only one
We rustle, we be fright on and rust slowly
And I'm a earner so slowly done
Fifteen, skill up a bliff clean
Messages in graffiti, no ******' writer can see me at all!
Hey, I need to face it man
I'm addicted to the sound of the ball when I shake the can.
I'm a let my man Stan patrol,
While I exercise can control.
It's Graff Time, C'mon.
Yeah, I need to face it man
I'm addicted to the sound of the ball when I shake the can.
While I exercise can control.
It's Graff Time, Yo!
Liquid hip-hop in my vein
Hop in the train
Since the sixth grade I have not been the same
Whether playin' ball or rhymin' in the hall
Or just writing my name in graffiti on the wall, yahh...
(Everything you paint will fade or fall off the wall or debuff, or get dissed, or gone over)
(So it's like, you know, the walls are living and breathing)
(That rush, that rush is amazing. Knowing that you're standing out there alone...)
(surrounded by an entire world that most likely disapproves of what you're doing)
Yo, I counted my cans as I awaited by chance
I perpetrated my plans with ink and paint on my hands
Celebrated by fans of the vandross war trends
Who march in the dark so the dark start chargin'
Taggin your name and the clan you claim
On everything and your parents don't understand your pain
How beautifully tamed sceneries
And special tips disperse the paint evenly
Thirst just ain't leavin' me, yet!
Time stops when graffiti bombs drop
Cleverly cop a key to the intercom box
Beginners is gon' watch and veterans lay spray
Peace to lee fab, futura and k-slay, today!
Hey, I need to face it man
I'm addicted to the sound of the ball when I shake the can.
I'm a let my man Stan patrol,
While I exercise can control.
It's Graff Time, C'mon.
Yeah, I need to face it man
I'm addicted to the sound of the ball when I shake the can.
I'm a let my man Stan patrol,
While I exercise can control.
It's Graff Time, Yo!