I was out to bomb like Vietnam but in this rhyme   I'm the prime suspect, handcuffed for stuff that I ain't hit yet   It seems the neighborhood block watch got open like a box top   Wanted they're props and called up the cops      While Momma Dukes is in the kitchen flippin'   Trippin' 'cause spray caps is missin' and I left without permission   I got bagged with the darkest black marker I had   An easy target 'cause my tag is on my book bag      As I was shadowed they musta heard the bag rattle   Tipped the cops off and ran up, before I popped the top off   Got interrogated 'bout crews I never heard of   Got my face wrote on and treated like I did a murder      Heard sermons on property value and city workshops   Slapped with a fine, now in my record there's a new notch   The misdemeanor catcher comin' back at cha   For the long ride, as we return to the wrong side      Out to burn, rackin' paints by the sack to provide   Tracks as we return to da wrongside   Art programs and more hip-hop jams, must arrive   As we return to da wrongside      More better styles and wack writers step aside   Aerosol ride, as we return to da wrongside   Newark, New Jers, Brick City we reside   Big up to BS as we return to da wrongside      Once more, we have in store graffiti folklore   In depth to score points, what this joint for?   All graffiti writers, we bring justice, to this art   We take to heart but they missed      The actual Facts, paint with fat caps   Artistic gestures, flat or gloss be the texture   If you measure the amount or count TV, shows on graf   Galleries, droppin' all the skill calories      They crackin' down to make us back down   But we still wreckin', who remember King 67?   Peace to Insta, buildin' a mad tag in December   Protective shell los for the winter      Get in the subject, on how they say we suspects   Harass me for a marker, there he goes with a Tec   Blind to see wreck, cause they ignorant to check   The true art so, they pass laws just to catch      Certain writers, most bite us anyway   L S B S, L T D is on the path subway   Try to bring an understanding, respect we're demanding   Wrongside tales, we never fail with the plannin'      Fatter jams on the air must arrive   The weak can't slide as we return to da wrongside   More joints on tape, less compromise   Better in size as we return to da wrongside      Toys bite my tags, throwups and old pieces   Thowin' crews up, they can't be down with, and catchin' beatings   Me and my crew stay close-knit   Make niggaz say, "Oh shit" about our dope shit, takin' cities in doses      With a tag here and a tag there next year   It'll be everywhere, catch me if you dare   It's rare for me not to have a marker after dark   'Cause I've been in this to win this since niggaz used to say spark      Yo, I got the black book designers and the bag   Make sure I got the uni for the on tour tag   Saying that we 'cause mad terror in the city   Kids ain't got shit so, we feels no pity   On any surface, hurtin' it, experts in it   Create with the Krylon, crafts be fantastic      Artistic misfits, gifted wicked with the sketchbook   And the paint, maintainin' the status top rank   With ink stained hands, I masterpiece master plans   With cans we came across diss some toys who crossed me off      Lost in my thought, I can walk a mile on style   It's been a while but I keep mechanicals on file for every new jack   And non-believer not knowin' my background from jump   Sleepin' 'cause they only see me with blunts      My ghetto cartoons just express how I feel   Representin' my culture and not off it is the deal   I'm so ill with skill and I'm still up to par   Not your everyday rap star, just who we are      Like conquering lions, we do our things with strong pride   For the long ride, tellin' tales from the wrongside      KRS keeps the stage show live   Sharper than knives, as we return from da wrongside   PNB Nation, no hesitation   Blazin', as we return from da wrongside      Peeps sleep, while these brothers coincide   Keep in stride, as we return from da wrongside   Comp hide, toy niggaz take a dive   Kickin' skills live, as we return from da wrongside      Uhh, it's like that   Layin' shit down on the map   Artifact crew in the house   Like this like that, so whatchu want?      For the who? You know the crew   Shawn J   Crossin' out all y'all   Wack rappin' ass motherfuckers