OPM - Trucha(64 visits)

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 bymy 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 graffiti wreck 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

chorus

I like to crash dance halls
Write all over the walls
I like to rock buildings
I stand a hundred feet tall
Respect
On street crowds i never got any
Till I met German phat
An New-York Skinny
Now I'm known, coast to coast
East to west
Everybody out here dig my alias
Im bustin old skool battle
Like MC Sham
But instead of a mic
I rock a 12oz can
Now here we are all dressed in black
Rhymin' down by the railroad track
We began our attack
Watchin for the cops and the sneaky rats
So next time when you're out on a midnight mission
Keep your eyes peeled for the kids without ambition
all the young ones that like to rock
And aint even trippin on a motherfucking cop













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