Downset Lyrics
Downset Lyrics
"Pocket Full Of Fatcaps Lyrics"
Torn And Weathered Lyrics
i see why its so hard to see through a shattered dream, or see myself in my own well being ... i see why its so hard for you to see, through this broken window. was it wise, to have the thrown the rock? how far can you go? ho
i see why its so hard to see through a shattered dream, or see myself in my own well being ... i see why its so hard for you to see, through this broken window. was it wise, to have the thrown the rock? how far can you go? ho
Twelve was the age that set me off with the "graff" style.
While zapp bumping, gang banging was hype with the juvinile.
Graff grabbed my mind which led to expression and thought.
Seventh and Hill I used to bus kill with "snap" and "skill"
Fake bus passes with all city access, Insides and outsides going up was a must.
Paying much "dues" from the "valle" to "Los",
"One-Times" is o
Ain't No Top 40 Song Lyrics
Well they found her dead Face down in a ditch And they chased and caught That son of a bitch Ain't no top 40 song They put him on trial He killed her with a wrench Sentenced him to die But he didn't flin
n the sweat and they jacking for piece-books.Well they found her dead Face down in a ditch And they chased and caught That son of a bitch Ain't no top 40 song They put him on trial He killed her with a wrench Sentenced him to die But he didn't flin
Pocket full of Fatcaps!So what's up and where you at!
Tag-banging toys hit me up like what you write "ese".
But I'm not about beef just the burners and sketches.
And respect is gained from the flavor of you phlexin'.
Not by "capping" a piece and dissing tags for attention.
Serious world-wide aerosolic expression.
So focus the mind hit some surface and stop trippin'.
Pocket full o
Stealing People's Mail Lyrics
We ain't going to the party We ain't going to the game We ain't going to the disco Ain't gonna cruise down main We're stealing people's mail stealing people's mail stealing people's mail On a friday n
Fatcaps! So what's up and where you at!We ain't going to the party We ain't going to the game We ain't going to the disco Ain't gonna cruise down main We're stealing people's mail stealing people's mail stealing people's mail On a friday n
Graffin' up in L.A. you can't act stupid and play,
striking up in the wrong hood could mean your last day.
Most every set has a blovk and every block has a mad set.
With sick evil fools who love to see blood-hit pavement.
L.A. area hip-hop under threats of existing.
B-Boy culture in violence peace as purpose is drifting.
So tag-banger afraid to be a real gangster.
Get schooled on some roots and get that
Making Flippy Floppy Lyrics
Nothing can come between us Nothin gets you down Nothing strikes your fancy Nothing turns you on Somebody is waiting in the hallway Somebody is falling down the stairs Set someone free, break some
ission together.Nothing can come between us Nothin gets you down Nothing strikes your fancy Nothing turns you on Somebody is waiting in the hallway Somebody is falling down the stairs Set someone free, break some
Graffiti writer ghetto culture provider.
Facsist activist don't want me to exist. Propagated media hype.
Stereo-type you try to make me look like the one with the "gat" abd "knife".
Lies after lies classist racist and mythical.
But even suburbia child is down with ghetto cultural.
Fears got three strikes. SKATE gets all the love I got.
Under the influence of the hardcore that can't be stopped.