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lay the dope beat get on yo feet i said lay the dope beat get on yo feet OK, walk up to the place look my boy in da face are u sure the cops wont know, yo, it is an art, sweet as an apple tart, quick as can be hidden by a tree cant see a thing, i spray, spray, spray im on da way to get done how about dat son u know what it is... graffiti not fiji, born in da USA most people got somethin to say, someone once told me, raise your words not ur voice, everyday me and my boys, meet so many toys, and thats just one day, hey, you somethin to say
may not be big, just like a little twig, but, someone will notice, i know dis, tryna make a livin, i may be sinnin, but forgiveness i pray to dis day, i remain da same man just lookin for at walls to fill with wisdom, in my kindom of my reality cuz let me tell u, its as real to me as a tree, its there waitin to be found, like a dolla bill on da ground, just tryna be found.