..........

Walking down the alley
With a bucket of red
I've got a grin on my face
And a vision in my head
I grab my brush, I start to splash
Across the mortar and bricks
I'm a traditional guy
And spraypaint is for dicks

I am an artist, not the smartest
But my talent is true
You've prob'ly seen my masterpieces
On a structure near you
I only work in red and white
Cause sprawlin palettes are pure shite
I'm an agent provocateur
And I am flyin tonight

Banksy is a hack
He has got nothing on me
I'm shooting for the moon
And street art immortality
I'm in it for the craft
Not for money or females
Cause the galleries and lassies
Won't return my emails

This one is pretty sweet
Perhaps it will be my greatest
And in the morning all the art blogs
Will be writing the latest
About the vision'ry iconoclast
From down by the clyde
And to think my art teacher telt me
To stop getting wide

I was not appreciated
In the halls of the school
Because I wisnae much for readin
They though ah wis a fool
But I think in shapes and colours
Unlike any of the others
Dali, Picasso, Da Vinci
I count them as my brothers

Banksy is a hack
He has got nothing on me
I'm shooting for the moon
And street art immortality
My technique is on point
My composition is strong
I'm underestimated now
But willnae be for long

Banksy is a hack
He has got nothing on me
I'm shooting for the moon
And street art immortality
I'm staking my claim
I will be one of the greats
Why not visit my exhibitions
On industrial estates
Oh



Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Argue, Bernie Mcgrath, Dave Mcneil, Dave Shedden
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link