Write or Die
Ay, Shako Speel, The Thought, uh
Been at this shit since 2001
The Kulture, look
Ey yo, I'm bout to let you all know about another element
I do it cause I love it. I don't do it for the hell of it
Separated from sellin' it. Stainin' walls, but intelligent
I decorate the city as a sedative. It's evident
But leave no evidence as I make my departure
Whether mobbin' with a can, streak, dripper or a marker
Quick to spark a late night mission on the fly
Fingers itchin' to design. Been a vandal all this time and I'ma be it
I'm not the cleanest but I'm puttin' in work
Doin' my dirt. Creation that could challenge your nerves
Keep your wit, before they fit you with a sentence to serve
And tell em the stains on your shirt, is nothing of their concern
I'm a tagger, graff writer, vandalizer and an artist
What you call it makes no difference, I'ma show you where my heart is
If they buff it. Whatever. I'll do it over, tomorrow
If I gotta beg, rob, steal or borrow
Leaving my soul behind
Spraying to the fumes, writing on these walls
They looking but I don't do time
Making my escape while they make they call
Leaving my soul behind
Spraying to the fumes, writing on these walls
They looking but I don't do time
Making my escape while they make they call
Use the sword as a shield, the spoken word helps us heal
We wards of the yield, bespoke the bird in the seal
Why the zeal for the field of broken names on a wall?
When you ideal on the wield, no token paid to ball?
So you all the elements? You the Avatar, my dude?
Pens ablaze and cans of paint? Your embellishment is rude
I'm antisentimental, the man to make you food
Tens of days of ants to raid, in tenements getting chewed
And spat out, the gat or the bat out to end the fight
The renegade removal, rat em out when you tight
Alright, being truthful, the legends made were right
But why you choose less fruitful? The regiment of slights
Bitch you thirsty? grab a Sprite to quench it
Make the city dirty, with your bright, stinky paint you drench it
I made murals as a kid, but on some rinky-dinky shit
You running round spraying so you always hold a can to kick?
Leaving my soul behind
Spraying to the fumes, writing on these walls
They looking but I don't do time
Making my escape while they make they call
Leaving my soul behind
Spraying to the fumes, writing on these walls
They looking but I don't do time
Making my escape while they make they call
(Ohhhhhhh-Oh!)
Write Or Die, Write Or Die
Write Or Die! (Yeah)
Been at this shit since 2001
The Kulture, look
Ey yo, I'm bout to let you all know about another element
I do it cause I love it. I don't do it for the hell of it
Separated from sellin' it. Stainin' walls, but intelligent
I decorate the city as a sedative. It's evident
But leave no evidence as I make my departure
Whether mobbin' with a can, streak, dripper or a marker
Quick to spark a late night mission on the fly
Fingers itchin' to design. Been a vandal all this time and I'ma be it
I'm not the cleanest but I'm puttin' in work
Doin' my dirt. Creation that could challenge your nerves
Keep your wit, before they fit you with a sentence to serve
And tell em the stains on your shirt, is nothing of their concern
I'm a tagger, graff writer, vandalizer and an artist
What you call it makes no difference, I'ma show you where my heart is
If they buff it. Whatever. I'll do it over, tomorrow
If I gotta beg, rob, steal or borrow
Leaving my soul behind
Spraying to the fumes, writing on these walls
They looking but I don't do time
Making my escape while they make they call
Leaving my soul behind
Spraying to the fumes, writing on these walls
They looking but I don't do time
Making my escape while they make they call
Use the sword as a shield, the spoken word helps us heal
We wards of the yield, bespoke the bird in the seal
Why the zeal for the field of broken names on a wall?
When you ideal on the wield, no token paid to ball?
So you all the elements? You the Avatar, my dude?
Pens ablaze and cans of paint? Your embellishment is rude
I'm antisentimental, the man to make you food
Tens of days of ants to raid, in tenements getting chewed
And spat out, the gat or the bat out to end the fight
The renegade removal, rat em out when you tight
Alright, being truthful, the legends made were right
But why you choose less fruitful? The regiment of slights
Bitch you thirsty? grab a Sprite to quench it
Make the city dirty, with your bright, stinky paint you drench it
I made murals as a kid, but on some rinky-dinky shit
You running round spraying so you always hold a can to kick?
Leaving my soul behind
Spraying to the fumes, writing on these walls
They looking but I don't do time
Making my escape while they make they call
Leaving my soul behind
Spraying to the fumes, writing on these walls
They looking but I don't do time
Making my escape while they make they call
(Ohhhhhhh-Oh!)
Write Or Die, Write Or Die
Write Or Die! (Yeah)
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Writer(s): Eric Menendez
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