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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[Thanks to  fconb2@yahoo.co.uk  for these lyrics]