Masked with nylon with a can of krylon while on
Point see you through the walls we write on
Ride strong with a crew who considered sly cons
High on this rush provided my wrong

Cops try to put a stop to my art and hip hop
But they knock what we rock we got the streets locked
Juras don mix with pinturas

Catch us slippin' and try shoots us
We're looters of virgin walls the no gutters
Writers reign supreme on the street art scene

My team goes by the O-P-M kings
Rings and tight cliques we mix to snipe hits
And be the uppest that the main thing
Catch graffiti wreck on my city set

My committee gets respect well known with a gritty rep
Who step to the bomb yard with a fat tip
Tryin' to get a name in this world and that it

Writer : MESCHERY, MATTHEW THOMAS/EDNEY, JOHN CHARLES
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing