* train whistle *   Yo right here, right here   It's right through the fence, right through the fence   Jump! * feet landing *   Yeah.. right there, right there   That's the 2's and the 5's   * bag rustling *   Joe gimme that, the fat, the fat cap, fat cap   Yeah..   * train rolls in *   Aight * shaking can up *   Aight, let's do it now, let's do it now   * spray paint *   Yeah.. yeah..   Nah gi-gimme the other cap, gimme the other one   Yeah right there   * more spray *   Front .. Page .. Entertainment .. Group   Yeah..      "I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall" (repeat 8X)   * first time, minus "I'm" *   Hah! Hahahaha   All graffiti artists hold tight, hooo!   All graffiti artists hold tight, word   Check check check it out y'all   Check check check check check it out y'all      [KRS-One]   I got twenty-five cans in my knapsack, crossin out the wick-wack   Puttin up my name with a fat cap   Suckers that want to be in my face I just slap that   Big respect to Artifacts, Fat Joey Crack and   Mack and, Bio, and Brim come again   with B.G. 183, recognize me   with the mad colors, I'm a fiend for spraypaint   Laugh if you wanna, I really care if you ain't   cause you don't me see, and I don't know you   But I do know Cope2, he be gettin walls too   It's the underground community of what we call writers   Worldwide burners, gettin hotter gettin brighter   Whattup Nicer, whattup Razor, whattup Chino   Masta Ase in the place, you know we know   my man Rican, my man Zorro, taught me how to draw   in the yards of the 5 train and the 4   So when I'm on tour I represent the hardcore   I'm taggin up your blackbook sure, I'm out for the fame      "I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall" (repeat 4X)   * first time, minus "I'm" *   Yeah, check it out check it out check it out one time   Hip-hop music in effect one time      [KRS-One]   When I was growin up, I had no butcher baker candlestick maker   I had rubbing alcohol and carbon paper   Yeah, carbon paper and a blackboard eraser   got me chased in the bus yards, with Rican and Nazer   Historically speakin, cause people be dissin   The first graffiti artists in the world were the Egyptians   Writing on the walls, mixing characters with letters   to tell the graphic story about their life, however   today we do the same thing, with how we rap and draw   We call it hardcore, they call it breakin the law   There used to be a time when rap music was illegal   The cops would come and break up every party when they see you   But now the rap music's making money for the corporate   It's acceptable to flaunt it, now everybody's on it   Graffiti isn't corporate so it gets no respect   Hasn't made a billion dollars for some corporation yet, so   in the name of Phase2, Stay High, Pre-streets   Grab your cans and hit the streets, I'm out for fame      "I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall" (repeat 6X)   Yeah, hip-hop culture in the house one time   All graffiti artists in the house one time   Yeah..   Biggin up the other side things here y'all   The visual, not your video (check it out)      [KRS-One]   I'm livin in the city, inner city not a farm   Steady bombin til I get fatigue in my arm   Watchin for the beast cause many artists they shot em   And beat em in the yards, while doin a top to bottom   So pass me a can, not of Old Gold   but full blue, sky blue, watch me unfold   with the cold burner, of names you mighta heard of   like Fab 5 Freddy, Sam Sever   Word to the wise, Futura 2000 recognize   Nation of creation, G Man come alive   Checkin out Revolt and Zephyr   My man Easy, and Rembrandt, Mitch 77   Oh no with the paint we can never dilly-dally   Big up and respect to Con Art in Cali   The Soul Artists, The Rebels, The Rascals, 3YB   United Artists, TAT and Dondi   Yes the other side of hip-hop is representin the visual   Toys we be DISSIN you, I'm out for fame      "I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall" (repeat 10X)   Hip-hop in the house one time   Video graf in the house one time   All graffiti artists in the house dig the rhyme   Put up your nine, put up your nine, yeah!      Fresh.. for nineteen-ninety-five   You SUCKERS!!!!