Ages ago this city was held hostage
5-letter word wolf stencil colossus
Sloppy by design but the style was polished
Owned every billboard, boxcar and college
He wore the price on his hand style gladly
Knee deep in a mountain of hamburger patties
Like fuck off bitch and don't forget the sesame seed bun
Your 15 burners of fame are finally done
He never slept, he never talked, he never even lived
Just scribbled all the visuals swimming in his lid
Word started spreading through multiple channels
He was a task force robot in the shell of a vandal
He wasn't in it for the fame, martre for the art starving
Until the writer we love to hate went milk carton
Never to be seen again a blip in margins
Immortalized folklore legendary carving
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And we just want are names on the wall
A place that relates to the yes yes ya'll (ah ah ah)
And we just want are names on the wall
A place that relates to the yes yes ya'll (ah ah ah)
And we just want are names on the wall
A place that relates to the yes yes ya'll (ah ah ah)
And we just want are names on the wall
A place that relates to the yes yes ya'll (ah ah ah)
Living off soap operas and popsicles
Amazed by the space separating us from God's missile
Caught in the middle of a chicken pot pistol
And the thought he's just mommy's little auctioned off cripple
Secluded in the farms of northern Iowa
Miles apart from things he'd die to touch
You could feel the love in all the "I give ups!"
Almost as much as the constant Vicodin buzz
Pumps viking blood with the mind of a psychic thug
But can't tie his shoes let alone ride the bus
Stuck in total blackness eye's wide shut
One in a million freak accident- just my luck
The only thing keeping him alive is the vendetta
And ten years of hate waiting to get out and get up
The city mine, mine for the taking
No returns every inch burned- liquidated
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And we just want are names on the wall
A place that relates to the yes yes ya'll (ah ah ah)
And we just want are names on the wall
A place that relates to the yes yes ya'll (ah ah ah)
And we just want are names on the wall
A place that relates to the yes yes ya'll (ah ah ah)
And we just want are names on the wall
A place that relates to the yes yes ya'll (ah ah ah)
Where he came from art was foreign
Found a voice in graffiti cuz it never ignored him
Became a generic arosol kid fuck air-Jordan
Let's leave this shit hole and invest in distortion
Hitch hiking with a sharpie marker thumbs high
On a mission to tattoo every cloud in the sky
After days of travel he landed in B-boy babylon
Equipped with dated bubble letters that fad is gone
He didn't know what he was doing but knew what he wanted
He wanted to make a name bigger than your name-promise
At all costs bombin- like a kamakaze comic
But all too many fundamental tricks went forgotten
Like fuck! there's a red cherry shadow coming after me
I'm hanging solo on a clothes line ready to make a masterpiece
Lost balance shattered knees cracked teeth handcuffed
Billy club to the temple can't see
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And we just want are names on the wall
A place that relates to the yes yes ya'll (ah ah ah)
And we just want are names on the wall
A place that relates to the yes yes ya'll (ah ah ah)
And we just want are names on the wall
A place that relates to the yes yes ya'll (ah ah ah)
And we just want are names on the wall
A place that relates to the yes yes ya'll (ah ah ah)