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抯 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抰 mix with pinturas   catch us slipin and try shoots us   we抮e 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抯 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抯 it      [chorus]