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Paint Graff Time, C'monYeah, I need to face it manI'm addicted to the sound of the ball when I shake the canI'mma let my man Stan patrolwhile I exercise can controlIt's Graff Time, C'monYeah, I need to face it manI'm addicted to the sound of the ball when I shake the canI'mma let my man Stan patrolwhile I exercise can controlIt's Graff Time, YoMy main thing was to paint to gain famenot duely and aimed, and beautifly stainedplain trains and walls the same thingincredible styles we maintaineddevoured cowards and we made 'em change namesaddicted I truly became to thiswicked unruly insanesub-culture where painters became kings.So make room cause I came to create doomon flat surfaces till I faint from paint fumes, Yep!When security at the track lookwretchedly fallable wackLetras de cancionesput pictures in black bookssketchers and catchers set up the graff spotswith murals depict the struggles of the have-notsrunnin' tunnels and hot spotsto be the only onewe rustle, we be fright on and rust slowly and I'ma earner so slowly donefifteen, skill up a bliff cleanmessages in graffiti, no fuckin' writer can see me at all!Hey, I need to face it manI'm addicted to the sound of the ball when I shake the can.I'mma let my man Stan patrol,while I exercise can control.It's Graff Time, C'mon.Yeah, I need to face it manI'm addicted to the sound of the ball when I shake the can.I'mma let my man Stan patrol,while I exercise can control.It's Graff Time, Yo!Liquid hip-hop in my veinhop in the trainsince the sixth grade I have not been the samewhether playin' ball or rhymin' in the hallor just writing my name in graffiti on the wall, yahh...(Everything you paint will fade or fall off the wall or debuff, or get dissed, or gone over)(So it's like, you know, the walls are living and breathing)(That rush, that rush is amazing. Knowing that you're standing out there alone...)(surrounded by an entire world that most likely disapproves of what you're doing)Yo, I counted my cans as I awaited by chanceI perpetrated my plans with ink and paint on my handscelebrated by fans of the vandross war trendswho march in the dark so the dark start chargin'taggin your name and the clan you claimon everything and your parents don't understand your painhow beautifully tamed sceneriesand special tips disperse the paint evenlythirst just ain't leavin' me, yet!Time stops when graffiti bombs dropcleverly cop a key to the intercom boxbeginners is gon' watch and veterans lay spraypeace to lee fab, futura and k-slay, today!Hey, I need to face it manI'm addicted to the sound of the ball when I shake the can.I'mma let my man Stan patrol,while I exercise can control.It's Graff Time, C'mon.Yeah, I need to face it manI'm addicted to the sound of the ball when I shake the can.I'mma let my man Stan patrol,while I exercise can control.It's Graff Time, Yo! From Letras Mania