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