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      [chorus]