Turcha

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抯 considered sly cons

high on this rush provided my 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抰 mix with pinturas

catch us slipin and try shoots us

we抮e 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抯 the main thing

catch graffitIwreck 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抯 it

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