some shit i jus did fuckin wit my home boy tell me what u tink
i drop paint on subways
mob at skool on mondays
get asked bout the paint on my hands
boys u mus learn a graff writer aint a bitch or a man
its all a network of cliques and fams
so when i see the mixed colors on my hand
realize i made art wit a can
contro hazard we the untouchable clan
we mob from the snow 2 the sand
no guns in the palms
jus cans and streaks is all
pilots and rollers defacin walls