Songtext:
Uh one two, uh one two. And you don't stop Bonn Internetagentur Production dj large and promoe on the mic for all my pepole, pepole (graffiti writers) It goes a little something like this:
[Verse 1] It was the last days of summer sun shine'in through the window Life movin' real slow, you know how things go. His friends knew him by the name of Bingo As he turned up the volyme of a hot new single Fenster Folie From looptroop his favourite rap group He loved how they represented him yo, the graff youth From the grass roots he came from sweden to Felt proud when he played his new friends the latest tunes Check this shit out man; that he had to download Cause his local recordstore was on the other side of the globe They didn't carry the stuff, but he felt it was ok to do He spread the troops message all the way to australia dude Oh man I couldn't be wrong when long arm and freedomfighters wears his fucking themesongs Grundrisse Immobilien In their headphones those nights he spent when we satyed up Adrenaline rush when we enter the layup singin'..
Refrain: Babababa baaaa You know grafitti won't die.. die Babababa baaaa Because these walls don't lie.. lie Babababa baaaa I'm dedicating this beat.. peace Herbst Babababa baaaa To those devious g's
[Verse 2] They steped in with a grin and a boosted kangol Mimicing the king Rick the ruler's manors Fresh dressed in his newest shoes and flanels Then began letting off with the loosest cannons Figuring this will be my coolest panel WorkDesk3D But when they see it all they see is just a gruesome scandal Erasin' all signs of life, callin the youth some vandals They can't handle the truth so that's how the truth is handled Deep into the music and his art man, his true love Didn't even notice when the train pulled up And before the bloodstains faded or the engine cooled off That very same train hit another writer: Olaf On a different continent though: Europe But then they came to the same place that I'm sure of Hagen Wohnung In this world people always looked upon them as a terror But now 50 000 chariots singin' the chorus, going...
Refrain Babababa baaaa Grafitti writers won't die.. die Babababa baaaa I'm telling you, Because these walls don't lie.. lie Babababa baaaa I'm dedicating this song.. song Immobilienmakler Siegburg Babababa baaaa To those gone, your memory live on.. on
[Bridge] I know a lot of people including myself get uncomfortable When people including myself get emotional But I gotta be true to myself and to most of y'all Man I still got love for graffiti culture though A lot of people including myself get uncomfortable Steuer sparen When people including myself get emotional But I gotta be true to myself and to most of y'all Man I still got love for graffiti culture though
[Verse 3] A lot changed from the days of Spraycan stories See me in the yard today, lost like a freakin' tourist And I don't claim to know much, all I really know is We were 17 once actin' like we were immortals Fearin' no evil, people said we had no morals That's fine, their corrupt world it really wasn't for us We just laughed at the bullshit names that they called us Hated us, we hated them and both sides found out what a war is We were winning in the beginning then found out ‘bout the horrors Don't get me wrong my love a hundred percent, no less And peace to my people, we grow with the knowledge I bite Tone Def same time I'm payin' homage To cats from South Africa, writers from New York Australia, Spain, France and Germany, up north Still the same rapper tellin' cops to fuck off And all my writers: Survive! This my love song to y'all..
