[Verse 1]
Get Busy, Intox, Nova, Clyde
The perfect cocktail for the vibe
Kim Basinger as a poster, a case of Posca
A few leaves and Rocca
Hip-hop: my kingdom, my home sweet home
For five hours, I've been chewing the same gum
It's winter, oh, I have pile of tagged papers
Tomorrow, on snap, I don't give a damn
Bando, Boxer, Mode 2, O.L.O
They're my heroes , fuck Picasso
My mentor is Tonio, he's too strong, he's a bastard
His style is fluid, he killed a few stations
He's good at fighting , he's my friend
Me too, I need a blaze, a code name
It will be [Critère?], then [Cry?], later Disiz
Crari, I'm a ggeur-ta, style I master: damn
In my room, all alone
I read my magazines over and over, there's no Google
I copy the style, pump up the colors and shadows
Square letters, rectangles, round letters
The effects, the sparkles, the gradients s
I increasingly want to degrade
I want to be a vandal, a graphic thug
I make tag lines, that's true hot
Tonio tells me how he fucks trains
Adrenaline, damn, this guy has a grain
I want to do it, I really want to 'do it, I was going to do it
See my blaze on a wall, me too, I want to be proud
[Chorus]
One day, I made a tag , a crazy experience
Big up to DJ Clyde and those who fuck the train
I want people to see my blaze, blaze, blaze, blaze, blaze, blaze, blaze
br/>I want people to see my blaze, blaze, blaze, blaze, blaze, blaze, blaze
[Verse 2]
There's still a catch if I get tighten
My mother is screwing me, I could bury myself
But more than that: we don't have a cent
The bailiffs came to ask for pay for the canteen
Fuck, I'm joining Tonio for good
Head to La Croix Blanche, we're going to get some bombs
First thing: I have to cheat the bus
If there are cops, I'm sure I'm in the uc
No problem, my heart beats at every stop
At worst, I give a warning, at worst, I'll leave
Cool, we'll go back to the Castoâ
No security guard, I'll do like Tonio
Second problem: we have 'I steal the sprays
I can't say I didn't do it on purpose
One black, one chrome in the left sleeve
One blue, one red in the right sleeve
Damn! I just farted
God is going to punish me, I'm in the process of quer-cra
Normal, we're leaving the normal blind
I believe it ap, I I have four bombs, normal
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
I prepare my graffiti, I apply myself
In case it rains, I put a plastic sheet on it
Only three letters to make, in case we have to hold it up straight away
I'm sure I'll miss it
I was told : Do simple, effective
A burn, contours, a shadow, kolas
[Cry?], it will be my blaze on the rails
Adrenaline makes me not even graille
Backpack, bomb, k-way Ellesse
Nastase, mom, I'm leaving you
I'm not late, the door slams
On the way , I put on my walkman
Ghetto Bird, Ice Cube, the city is sleeping
Graphics are the thugs hanging around outside
Jump the barriers, walk under the bridge
Feet in the puddles, no noise, don't act stupid
I'll take out my bombs, I'll start my thing
I don't see anything, shit, it's cold too
My hands are full of it, I can't even blow my nose
I hear a noise, shush, I have to go to bed
Already finished his, Tonio looks at it mine
Correct a couple of things, I hope it does well
We run for the sake of running, we're excited
To finish the bombs, we kill the neighborhood
I go home alone, I did something bad
I can't sleep, I'm waiting to see my graffiti
The next morning, I'll go see my graffiti
br/>[Chorus]
[Outro]
Tagger, he's a superhero
I've done hidden things that only few know about
We were Batman, we made batgraffs
More burns than in XXX
We were Batman, we made bad tags
I prefer re my bombs than those of Baghdad

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