(Chorus)   It goes 1 for free cans and 2 for mean streaks   3 for fat markers that we use to bomb streets   4 for cops makin' your heart beat thump   often the rush is enough to motivate us to bust   (Verse 1)   But I’ll, avoid the buff by all means necessary   bombin' strategically to have one less adversary   and cops work the beat so my feet move with rhythm   on the ankle express to manifest youth and rebellion   riskin' freedom to animate cities we live in   using weapons from neckup and ambition like ammunition   pushin' the envelope of graff higher for writers   as kings develop styles and inspire the birth of biters   toys sketch on papyrus, then graduate to streets   spawning new admirers and the cycle repeats and it goes...   (Chorus)   1 for free cans, 2 for the crew, 3 toy writers keeping our confidence fueled   4 for cops makin your heart beat thump   often that rush is enough to motivate us to bust   (Verse 2)   now if paintings are rich in content am I defacing walls?   or breakin the law if recognitions my accomplice?   I ponder while stompin' through concrete museums   painting property consciously cause gangs are on surveillance   indecent exposure is graffiti what it seems to be?   when bringing color to poverty stricken sceneries   still a starving artist, cause I’d rather buy paint   when passion is massive peripheral become faint   My eyes on the prize until I'm tried by police   but as soon as I’m released you know the cycle repeats and it goes..