Chorus
It goes 1 for free cans/ and 2 for mean streaks/
3 for fat markers that we use to bomb streets/
4 for cops makin' your heart beat thump, often the rush is enough to motivate us to bust/
but i'll avoid the buff by all means necessary/
bombin' strategically to have one less adversary/
and cops work the beat so my feet move with rhythm/
on the ankle express to manifest youth and rebellion/
riskin' freedom to animate cities we live in/
using weapons from neckup and ambition like ammunition/
pushin' the envelope of graff higher for writers/
as kings develop styles and inspire the birth of biters/
toys sketch on papyrus, then graduate to streets/
spawning new admirers and the cycle repeats/ and it goes...
chorus
1 for free cans, 2 for the crew, 3 toy writers keeping our confidence fueled/
4 for cops makin your heart beat thump /
often that rush is enough to motivate us to bust/
now if paintings are rich in content am I defacing walls/
or breakin the law if recognitions my accomplice/
I ponder.. while stompin' through concrete museums/
painting property consciously cause gangs are on surveilance/
indecent exposure is graffiti what it seems to be?/
when bringin color to poverty stricken sceneries/
still a starving artist, cause i'd rather buy paint/
when passion is massive peripheral become faint/
My eyes on the prize untill I'm tried by police /
but as soon as i'm released you know the cycle repeats/ and it goes..
chorus
1 for free cans/ and 2 for mean streaks/ 3 for fat markers that we use to bomb streets/
4 for cops makin your heart beat thump/
often that rush is enough to motivate us to bust/