• Chris Brown
• Throwing Muses
• Maximo Park
• Digable Planets
• Toxic Infinity
• Maria-Eva Avilés

I see you writin' on my wall, why you wanna do that (do that)
My name is tagged, you already see that (see that)
The media wanna paint it all black, and they do it right in my face
See I can't sit back, and let it all wash away (wash away)
I worked too hard, for it to be erased
Before you talk, Imma finish what I gotta saayy
Cause already put in time, with all of my grindin', all of my grindin'
You know I grind
Through all of this struggle, all of this struggle
Even though the pain, I still gon' have to hustle
Man, I had to feed my family, and at the same time keep my sanity
Oh no
Man I can't let you do it
Graffiti you tryna spray (spray)
Spray on me (me), graffiti you tryna spray (spray),
On my name (name)
Graffiti you tryna spray (spray), spray on me (me)
All the graffiti you tryna spray (spray),
On my name (name)
But it's already writtin on the wall
Can't cover it up, can't cover it up
But it's already written on the wall
Can't cover it up, can't cover it up
Who got award shows rockin everytime I hit the stage (time I hit the stage)
Even the haters went and bought a CD
But now my fans I'm an empty spray can
And I just cant paint a thing
Seem like the less I have the money, the less I have the problems
The more I got the money, the more I got the problems (hello)
Let me clear my throat, gotta make sure you hear me go
Cause already put in time, with all of my grindin', all of my grindin'
You know I grind
All of this struggle, all of this struggle
Even though the pain I still gon' have to hustle
Man I had to feed my family (ly), and at the same time keep my sanity
Oh no
Man I can't let you do it
Graffiti you tryna spray (spray)
Spray on me (me), graffiti you tryna spray (spray),
On my name (name) (on my name, on my name, on my name)
Graffiti you tryna spray (spray), spray on me (me)
All the graffiti you tryna spray (spray),
On my name(name)
Cause it's already writtin on the wall
Can't cover it up, can't cover it up
Cause it's already written on the wall
Can't cover it up, can't cover it up baby
Its already done ain't gonna paint no more
With all this pain that I've endured
I know, I was wrong for what I did
And I made some mistakes cause I'm human
I aint gon feed into the negative
Imma keep grindin, oh yeah
On this graffiti, oh, oh, oh
Cause already put in time, with all of my grindin', all of my grindin'
You know I grind through
All of this struggle, all of this struggle
Even though the pain I still have to hustle
Man I had to feed my family, and at the same time keep my sanity Oh no
Man I can't let you do it,
Graffiti you tryna spray (spray)
Spray on me (me), graffiti you tryna spray (spray),
On my name (name)
Graffiti you tryna spray (spray), spray on me (me)
All the graffiti you tryna spray (spray), on my day (day)
Can't cover it up, can't cover it up

I see the sun rise over this wall
I watch it break and slide
See my name
See my name on the wall
I tried to walk on this wall
It fell right under my feet
Now I only lean
Only lean on the wall
I throw an egg at this wall
I watch it break and slide
See my name

Well that's enough, I can't take anymore
I'm right out of vision I'm right out of hope
You set me up to just knock me down
What's on your conscience? Nothing happens in my town
I'll do graffiti if you sing to me in French
What are we doing here if romance isn't dead?
Mind your mouth as you walk with me
Take care ooh, as you cross the street
Well that's enough, I've had it up to here
I've lost my vision, I've lost my hope
You work me up just to hand me down
You've lost your conscience 'cause nothing happens in my town
I'll do graffiti if you sing to me in French
What are we doing here if romance isn't dead?
Stay in line on the foreign trip
Waking up when I need a lift
I'll do graffiti if you sing to me in French
What are we doing here if romance isn't dead?
Stay in line on the foreign trip
Waking up when I need a lift

Butterfly searchin for a relax
Pullin from the jazz stacks cause it's Sunday
On the air is incense sounds to the ceiling
Tried to get this feelin since Monday
Lookin out the window watchin all the people go
Buggin off a funny vibe cause now it seems they're equal
Wonder what would 'trane say wonder what my pop say
Buggin off the calmness in the Apple
Who me I'm coolin in NY, I'm chillin in NY
The hoods is on my block and the brothers at the court
The baseball hats is on and the projects is calm
Dreamtime's extended - and highly recommended
But early birds like me's up checkin out the scene
The early worms jog, forget about your job
Just come dig the essence while the decadence is hidden
When people act like people the theory?
If you know the norm it's like Hades transformed
On sunday's early hours the city sprouts its flowers
So get with the rhythms while you gettin with the planets
Vibe off the jams but don't take them for granted
We venture through the streets in search of funky beats
Extensive is the travels and it's heavy on the sneaks
Ye it's kickin out the speakers of the sunday morning jeepers
My man do planets do it lovely?
Am I my brother's keeper?
We foot it to the park where the swoon units walk
And sit with the phoenicians diggin on musicians
Hangin with the rebels sippin on a Snapple
Buggin with my crew just trippin in the Apple
You be thinkin peace when you're vibin with your flock
But you be thinkin damn everybody's got a glock
If you got some beef please express that in silence
Or else - violence
But right here is the life it's the children of the concrete
Livin off the fruits and the functions of the fat beats
Hip-Hop's all around the members is growin
Please dig on the sounds cause the good vibes they snowin
Wake up, prayin' that the game's on
Maybe it's the Runnin' Rebs, maybe it's the Knicks
Maybe it's a rerun of an old tv show
Like hawaii 5-0 or karate flicks
Maybe if the phone rings butterfly will take wings
Speakin on some cool things frontin like I cope
Born under flat ground now I'm chillin shaky ground
Reachin for pacific heights sunday is my rope - dig it
Sunday's to relax
Some Sunday morning drama is callin up my mama
The hot line is in I guess the ? knew the deal
Vibin off the jams of the crews on Sugarhill
Lay around and think ain't nothin to do
Checkin out some frommes, some satre, camus
Mingus's Ah Um, damn Roach can drum
The DP's are life there they go here they come
It's time to grab some loot put on the timber boots
Checking out some dollies/dali's like tasha and kamali
NY is a museum with its posters and graffiti
If you're in the city on Sunday

Your unhappy I can tell
I watched you kiss those bullet shells
You let your fingers roll right over that trigger
And release the casings into yourself
Making you another obituary in the paper
The crime scene shows
The chalk lines sprayed out
Like the matching graffiti on the wall
You look so peaceful and serene
But you're eyes are wide open…bloodshot
It seems like your comatose
But you're eyes are wide open…bloodshot
It seems like your comatose
After ward's I kicked stones in the gutters in the road
Knowing knowing, knowing your not going to come back
The crime scene shows
The chalk lines sprayed out

Sales en el amenecer, buscas,
escoges aquella pared
para hilvanar tu nombre con su nombre.
Quizá por la mañana ella lo encontrará.
Subo, bajo, entro por mi ciudad;
muros de colores me dan qué pensar.
Subo, bajo, entro por mi ciudad;
mil pájaros muertos me dan qué pensar.
Joven, graffiti voz.
Joven, graffiti tu color.