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A-1-2, A-1-2
But you don't stop
Then let the short shot

And Promoe on the mic(on the mic, on the mic)
For all my people(all my people, graffiti writers!)
Goes a little something like this:

It was the last days of summer
Sun shinin' through the window
Life movin' real slow
You know how things go

His friends knew him by the name of Bingo
As he turned up the volume on the hot new single
(Turn it up son!)

From Looptroop his favourite rapgroup
He loved how they represented him yo
The graffyouth from the grassroots
He came from Sweden too

Felt proud when he played
his new friends the latest tunes
Check this shit out man
That he had to download
Cause his local recordstore
Was on the other side of the globe

They didn't carry the stuff
But he felt it was okay to do
He spread the Troop's message
All the way to Australia, dude

And man that couldn't be wrong
When Long Arm and Freedom Fighters
Were his fuckin' theme songs

In the headphones those nights
He spent when he stayed up
Adrenaline Rush
When he entered the lay up, singin

Bada papa papa

You know graffiti won't die, die
No, it won't, aha
Because these walls don't lie, lie (They don't lie)
Come on
I'm dedicatin' this piece, aha
He said, to those DVSG's

And stepped in with a grin and a boosted Kangol
Mimicking the king
With the ruler's manners

Fresh dressed

In his newest shoes and flannels
Then began lettin' on
With the loosest cannons

Figurin' this'll be my coolest panel
But when they see it all they see
Is just a gruesome scandal

Erasin' all signs of life
Callin the youth some vandals
They can't handle the truth
So this is how the truth is handled

Deep into the music and his art
Man, his true love
Didn't even notice when the train pulled up

Before the bloodstains faded
On the engine cooler
The very same train
Hit another writer: Olaf

On a different continental: Europe
But then they came to the same place
That I'm sure of
In this world people always
Looked upon them as a terror
But now 50 000 chariots singin' the chorus, going

Bada papa papa
(aha, aha)

Graffiti writers won't die, die, no
(I'm telling you)
Because these walls don't lie, lie, no
(They don't lie)
Come on
I'm dedicatin' this song, song
To those gone
Your memory live on(live on)

I know a lot of people
Including myself get uncomfortable
When people including myself
Get emotional

kertosäe:
But I gotta be true to myself
And to most of y'all
Man I still got love
For graffiti culture though

A lot of people including myself
Get uncomfortable
When people including myself
Get emotional

kertosäe

A lot changed from
The days of Spraycan stories
See me in the yard today
Lost like a freakin' tourist

And I don't claim to know much
All I really know is
We were 17 once
Actin' like we were immortals

Fearin' no evil
People said we had no morals
That's fine, their corrupt world
It really wasn't for us

We just laughed at the bullshit names
That they called us
Hated us, we hated them
And both sides found out what a war is

We were winning in the beginning
Then found out 'bout the horrors
Don't get me wrong my lover
Hundred percent, no less

Peace to my people
We grow with the knowledge
I bite on death same time
I'm playin' hardish to catch

From South Africa
Writers from New York
Australia, Spain, France
And Germany, up north

Still the same rapper tellin'
Cops to fuck off
And all my writers:
Survive! This my love song to y'all

Bada papa papa

You know graffiti won't die, die, no
Because these walls don't lie, lie, no
To all my people world wide, wide, yo'
All my writers survive

Ah yeah, Yo!
This song is dedicated to all the happy people
All the happy people
That have real nice lives
That have now idea whats it like to be broke as fuck
I feel like I'm walking a tight rope
Without a circus net
I'm popping percuset
I'm a nervous wreck
I deserve respect
But I'm working sweat for this worthless cheque
Bout to burst this tec, for somebody to reverse this debt
Minimum wage got my idrenaling cave
Pull the venom in rage
Ecspecially when I'm engaged
And my daughters down to her last dipper
Thats got my ass hyper
I prayed to God answers, maybe I'll ask nicer
Watching bollocks well they crossing and pathfinders
These overnight stars become autograph signers
We'll all gone blow up and leave the past behind us
Along with the small fry's and average half pinters
Well Player Haters turn a bitch like they have vagina's
'Cause we see them dollar signs and let the cash blind us
Money will brainwash and leave your ass minus
Snakes sliver up the grass spine less

kertosäe:
Thats Rock Bottom
When this life makes you mad enough to kill
Thats Rock Bottom
When you want somthing bad enough you'll steal
Thats Rock Bottom
When you feel you have had it up to hear
'Cause you mad enough to scream but you sad enough to tear
(2x)

My life is full of empty promises
And broken dreams
I'm hopen things will look up
But there aint no job openings
I feel discouraged hungry and malnutrition'd
Liven in this house with no furness, un-furnished
I'm sick of working dead end jobs with lame pay
Tired of being hired and fired on the same day
But Fuck it, you know the rules to the game, play
'Cause when we die we know were all going the same way Its cool to be player, but
it sucks to be the fan
Cause all you need is bucks to be the man
Plus a luxury sedan,
Comfortable and roomy in the six
But they threw me in the mix
With all these gloomy loony lunatics
Walk around depressed
And smoke a pound of sense a day
And yesterday we'll buy so quick, it seems like it was just today

kertosäe (2x)

Theres people that love me and people that hate me I want the money, the woeman,
the fortune, the fame
Means I aint burning in hell scorching in flames
Means I m stealing your cheque book and forging your name
Like times lives for eternal torture and pain
'Cause right now I feel like just hit the rock bottom
I got problems and now everbody on my block's got 'em
I'm screaming like those two cops when 2pac shot 'em
Holding two glocks, I hope your door got two locks on 'em
My daughters feet aint got no shoe's or sock's on 'em
And them rings you wearing look like they got a few rock's on 'em
When you flaunting them I could be taking them to shops to pawn them
I got a couple of rings and a brand new whatch you want 'em?
'Cause I never went gold of one song
I'm running up on someone's lawn with guns drawn

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Now I'm the first to admit the fact
I've done a little bit of this and that
just wanna spit my raps, my life ain't yo' concern
I ain't gone carry the weight of the world
and I don't know what to tell you
I've been to Heaven but I've tasted Hell, too
face the Devil, don't give a fuck
smack him in his face, kick him inna nuts

They say I talk a lot
I walk a block with both feet broke
the storm a rock, but ain't sinking Red's boat
I see the coast, but I'm too blurry-eyed to see hope
inna chokehold
trying to hold on these ropes
I've done less wrong than I've done right
but I can never escape what I've done right
thinking Lucifer live on Jupiter, he chilling right here
but I'm killing this nightmare
not willing to fight fair
Hell with a Nike Air, I run barefoot through the desert
make the whole damned world follow my neck jerk
laying it brick by brick
the kid don't quit until he got a pyramid
now I'm a stand tall inna Land of the Lost
you just got laid off? we gone handle yo' boss
so get yo' hands where my eyes can see 'em
if you's a human being

refrain

I left my ex-girl in Hell hurt, wasn't there for her
was an expert in putting Red first, though I care for her
now I'm a broken man
my life slipping away although I'm holding on with both hands
for some folks it's dope, I need liquor to calm me
drink 'til I'm a zombie
Helsinki ain't no palm trees
looking back I understand the man I should have been
but thing is that I truly am haunted by the boogeyman
I took a stand long time ago, I treat people how I want 'em to treat me
but shit ain't easy
when he keeps calling it's hard not to answer
my number changing like Pampers
but it don't matter
is it a bad world or a bad God?
am I a bad man having a bad day, or bad odds?
too many damned scars, trying to patch 'em up
I don't really do it no more but pass the blunt

refrain

Don't you know what you listening to
a God damned white man singing the blues
take a good look 'cause I'm the living proof
trying to walk the narrow road in these shitty ass shoes
Now you know what you listening to
a God damned white man singing the blues
take a good look 'cause I'm the living proof
trying to walk the narrow road in these shitty ass shoes

I was losing my last bit of faith
my way out wasn't the door but the windowpane
only thing I had in my life's liquor and misery
and the only thing I could write was my obituary
this my way a telling my brothers that I appreciate
how they kept my vision straight
reason that I live today
I miss 'em days when we would just sit and blaze
talking 'bout which a them chicks got big tits and things
but things change
and I ain't gonna be bitter man
'cause I know that love always wins the hate
let your fists swing where my eyes can see 'em
Helsinki, worldwide, if you's a human being..

refrain

Grass and Pernod
you just laugh and let go
fill up her glass and her Soul
that night she had this magical glow
and she was dancin' like "Wow!"

Every night she gets advances - I know
these can't be the last chances I blow
I wonder if she fancies my flow
and if I get her number will she answer my calls?

This sounds like classical prose
romances - I'm told - require passion and growth
or else they turn out all nasty and grose
just keep the shit real like mic blastin' at shows

Another glass of Pernod
we listening to Jazzmatazz at her home
the rest of the house sleeping - we blastin' Hydro
your hand on my head
that's the last thing I know

It used to be all one-night-stands
looking for fast kicks
girlfriends - had my ass kicked by the last six
been hangin' with this girl for the past weeks
a beautiful mind and some beautiful ass cheeks

first we got along fantastic
we're told our thing together is a classic
at first the feeling was massive
but then the situation started turning drastic

It's cruel - and e v'ryone knows it's true
you always hurt the one that you closest to
Love make a patient man blow his fuse
but for violent beh aviour there's no excuse

You're my muse - evere since making out in the cab
then we met again - this time it's you, me and Pab
I'm really glad - we're both pretty mad
you my colgate soulmate when I'm feeling sad

We talked about literature - the last book you bought
I wanted to unhook your bra
but I didn't afraid I might've shook you off
but you're not the chicken that I took you for

it's hardcore - can she really be so kind
I close the door - ohmigod - she's so fine
count to four - and indeed you'll find
that you need your time
until you breathe alright

I can't sleep - I think I'm gonna read all night
I can't concentrate - I feel I can't read or write
hope she falls asleep thinkin that he's alright
I promise I'm gonna buy you that Dedolight

It's like Me-Oh-My
I feel so fine
I'm on the train to thee 0-9
to see my muse - I want her to be all mine
it's that real time, real life peace of mind