Masked with nylon with a can of krylon while on
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point see you through the walls we write on
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ride strong with a crew who's considered sly cons
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high on this rush provided my wrong
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cops try to put a stop to my art and hip hop
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but they knock what we rock we got the streets locked
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juras don't mix with pinturas
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catch us slipin and try shoots us
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we're looters of virgin walls the no gutters
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writers reign supreme on the street art scene
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my team goes by the OPM kings
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rings and tight cliques we mix to snipe hits
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and be the uppest that's the main thing
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catch graffitIwreck on my city set
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my committee gets respect well known with a gritty rep
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who step to the bomb yard with a fat tip
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tryin to get a name in this world and that's it
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Trucha
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