B. Dolan - Graffiti Busters lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1] They say that every work of art Is an uncommitted crime Though they paint me as a vandal When I'm out committing mine Follow the dripping line You will find me in the gallery Faded off the toxic haze In defaced alleys At first I did it casually Created in the train yard Slayed the line in '89 Escaped into the skate park Hit the vacant lots And way up spots to make a mark I'm capping amateurs I'll banish ya I'm trained in the art It takes heart And talent Years of practice Respected by my rival Cause I'm peerless at it My method is perfected A professional routine I may be the most meticulous This city's ever seen Who could get the place clean From the heavens to the gutter I'm famous All City From the way I run the buffer [Hook] Graffiti Busters run your city We get up all over town Soon as you do a piece We come around And take it down (Take it down) Take it down (Take it down) Take it down (Take it down in your neighborhood) Graffiti Busters on the scene Before you piece was even done Soon as you make a change We put it back the way it was (The way it was) The way it was (The way it was) The way it was (The way it was in your neighborhood) [Verse 2] Stripping the stain From the places you've been By the way Could take me days To erase what you did What a job What a sick generation of kids Violating for the sake of writing Names on sh** That's why I specialize in ways of Taking paint off brick Curate cans of chemicals I lay on thick No wild style's indelible I pray on script Untangle the jagged angles Till they fade or chip You know there ain't no winner In your hip hop style war Just a whole city You disfigure with eyesores How many millions Of little scribbles do I wash? Ma**acre burners and tags Murals you find gone Symbols of a bygone era Get covered Legends in your own mind Your time's coming [Hook] [Bridge] I wash 47 miles of Krylon I use a cobra snake For a necktie Got a white commercial van And permits in hand You see the darkness In the sockets Of my dead eyes [Verse 3] You want war Hang your letters high I will cross you out And leave your sketch book As a message to the next guy Respect mine! Toys who scatter tags Recognize even royals Pay the tax The paint scraper The straight razor The pain taker The train fader The fame eraser (Who?) The Great Satan The name most hated The contribution to the game Most underrated Bomb in block colors Make a whole wall vanish Give us a call we'll come and undo damage Local business owners Always know who your man is The one who made the blankness You take for canvas [Hook] [Outro]