Intro: (Cope2)
I would see all these big huge names rolling up by on the outside of the train, like Comet & Blade.. uhh, Mitch77, Kit17, Mark198, Kase2, Seen, PJ, Mark198, it was just uhh.. It was unreal
Hook: (Kause)
Graffito. Bomb like a torpedo/
Run amok, I'm never done getting up, hooded up, incognito/
Paint fumes & weed smoke follows wherever we go/
Doing it all illegal, just me and my alter ego/
Verse 1
From the train seats to the main streets I was leaving a mark & it stains deep/
From the tunnels to the drains when it rains I was taking my time on a grеat piece/
Outlines on a fat fill, fat caps causing thе council a fat bill/
Cans in a back pack still brand new, armed with a whole lot of brands too/ (A whole lot)
Paint stained hands, aerosol in the lungs of a paint crazed man/ (Paint crazy)
Breathing in paint, faint head, never understood life but the paint made sense/ (Paint crazy)
Down for the local fame but nobody knew the face when I wrote the name/ (Nobody)
Pull up & soak the lane with tags so big I was getting shoulder pains/ (ahh)
Coppers after the kid chasing a rush hoping my hearts gonna skip/
Adrenaline pumps in the wrist was a good enough reason to love taking risks/ (I was loving it)
From the time the sun sets, it's time to jump fence & write 'til none's left/
When it's sun rise I'm upset 'cos I'm not done yet, come find the suspect/ (Come & find me)
It's an all night ritual, in another world when I draw my visuals/
What you would call individual, with a raw style on the wall it's original/
Art to me but most can't believe that, I guess that it's hard to see/ (It's hard to see)
I guess that it's hard for me to see out of your eyes like it's hard to read/
Hook:
Graffito. Bomb like a torpedo/
Run amok, I'm never done getting up, hooded up, incognito/
Paint fumes & weed smoke follows wherever we go/
Doing it all illegal, just me and my alter ego/
Graffito. Bomb like a torpedo/
Run amok, I'm never done getting up, hooded up, incognito/ (Can't see me)
Paint fumes & weed smoke follows wherever we go/
Doing it all illegal, just me and my alter ego/
Verse 2
From the moment my eyes open, paint fumes got the whole street choking/
Spread like the plague of the locust, ego inflated, the name starts growing/
Goin hard in the paint, pigs starting to chase but I'm laughing away/
A shirt as a mask on my face, 'til I'm passing away spraying art on a train/
Mob deep like the mafia, chemicals make my voice get raspier/
Don't stare when we're passing ya, drunk and high my boys get nastier/
Screws loose like the ball in a spray can, fuel in the core of a paint pen/
Most bombers aren't most wanted but we got up so often we were scoring the whole land/ (Paint crazy)
Marking my territory, every piece painted will tell a story/ (Paint crazy)
Basking in hella glory 'cos seeing the name up will never bore me/ (Paint crazy)
Lucky cops never caught me, don't use my name when you yell and call me/ (Hey Kause)
Sniffer dogs yelp and stalk me, bombin up streets getting left a war scene/
Rattling bags with a Nike tick, I'm old school on my 90's shit/ (on my 90's shit)
We rap to the graff & the cypher's lit, we burn up like a lighter flicks; quick/
Secies are not my friends as long as this bum bags full of posca pens/
Dodging the transits, bombs getting planted & everybody's crossing them/
Hook:
Graffito. Bomb like a torpedo/
Run amok, I'm never done getting up, hooded up, incognito/
Paint fumes & weed smoke follows wherever we go/
Doing it all illegal, just me and my alter ego/
Graffito. Bomb like a torpedo/
Run amok, I'm never done getting up, hooded up, incognito/ (Can't see me)
Paint fumes & weed smoke follows wherever we go/
Doing it all illegal, just me and my alter ego/
