We can tag we can piece we can bomb all day as long as we getting up in this world we Ok

Waking up with a yawn its 530 in the morn. Time for me to splatter paint and fill the crack of dawn,Hallucinating like I’m seeing this shit in my dreams. Waking up the walls of the world by any means.
Creating colour schemes like a beat from preem, pristine like the Sistine chapel, I’m a still a feen for the 400 Millie’s flinging like spears, splatter the horizon like rainbows sobbing tears. Black books are begging to be buried, I’m murdering these masterpieces like Mona Lisa being beheaded. Hit the wall with so much flavour the bricks salivate. Raze the bar so high gravity retaliate. I’m paid for my trade so there’s no need to rack um, but it’s no mean feat i murder walls and toe tag um. Leaving 4 body bags on 4 bloody slab one for each letter of my tag
Now let me tell ya about this just getting up, the adrenaline rush like jumping in a ruck screaming what the fuck? Or Double Dutch skipping sipping on Cîroc. On top of a burning building while juggling twin locks. Pin pops on the hand gerunds and penetrates divine .Navy seal navigation never missing the lines. Stop sit back and recline
And workout if it’s finer that a fracture called hair line. It’s all in the design the detail and do dazas. If blazing walls is love I be forever married. I’m savage when it comes to paint splatters, leave the nozzle in tatters, broken and battered like a bleeding bladder. Blood red for the main fill, spill out the cans guts as I slice its nuts so it can’t fuck up. Better hurry up and hit the high lights before the street lights highlight my night life.

Tonight were bombing the world spray cans ready, 2 strapped to my back and 1 to my belly kamikaze mission suicide ready, tonight were going all out the city’s getting messy. Tagging everything that moves ya better mover quickly, I’m tagging lamp posts like I’m signing the city. Still on my grind till I’m way past 50, time after time still grimy and grit