used to bump this shyt whilst smoking a blunt with my partner in crime (RIP)
and then go out and bomb till 5am. the beat is sick, not a single verse is "ehhh".
this shyt right here is the real.
i aint think there was nikkas into graff on here lol. this a classic graff song. had a older cousin put me on graff when i was like a 11 and been with me ever since
the cool thing about catching fame from tagging is that
only the people who you let know actually know. my
friends would tell me stories about other people talking
about my shyt. or sometimes on a bus ride i would hear
someone take notice of one of my tags but i wouldn't say
nothing. but one day i did. some lady looking out the window
said "There it is again, it's everywhere." she went on to say
some things that led me to believe she liked it, so i took out
my black book and sat next to her. i said "you like that graffiti?"
she looked at me kinda taken aback. i said "that's me. i make those."
she hit me with a hard at which point i busted out my book.
showed her my works in progress.
she looked at me like .
i put my book in my backpack and got off at the next stop.
"I burn my name up quick like a Tai stick
As red as my eyes get I still rocks the fly shyt
Back with some ultra flat black catchin wreck in a sec
Wet paint, ain't shyt, when I'm on the set
I'm live like the third rail, on time like a path train
The name Tame alone got fame so fukk a last name
I tags mad when I drag a fat sack of ism
Comin out with New Editions like Mike Bivins
I get a sticker from my nikka with the bag of em
Write my name on em then I peel off the back of em
And stick em to victims of underground systems Let the toys bring the noise, me and my boys are gonna diss em..."
the cool thing about catching fame from tagging is that
only the people who you let know actually know. my
friends would tell me stories about other people talking
about my shyt. or sometimes on a bus ride i would hear
someone take notice of one of my tags but i wouldn't say
nothing. but one day i did. some lady looking out the window
said "There it is again, it's everywhere." she went on to say
some things that led me to believe she liked it, so i took out
my black book and sat next to her. i said "you like that graffiti?"
she looked at me kinda taken aback. i said "that's me. i make those."
she hit me with a hard at which point i busted out my book.
showed her my works in progress.
she looked at me like .
i put my book in my backpack and got off at the next stop.
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at which point i busted out my book.
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