I was out to bomb like Vietnam, but in this rhyme, I'm the prime
 suspect
 Handcuffed for stuff that I ain't hit yet
 It seems the neighborhood block watch got open like a box top
 Wanted they're props and called up the cops
 While Momma Dukes is in the kitchen flippin
 Trippin cause spray caps is missin and I left without permission
 I got bagged with the darkest black marker I had
 An easy target cause my tag is on my bookbag
 As I was shadowed they musta heard the bag rattle
 Tipped the cops off, and ran up, before I popped the top off
 Got interrogated bout crews I never heard of
 Got my face wrote on, and treated like I did a murder
 Heard sermons, on property value and city workshops
 Slapped with a fine, now in my record there's a new notch
 The misdemeanor catcher comin back at cha
 for the long ride, as we return to the wrongside
 [El Da Sensai]
 Out to burn, rackin paints by the sack to provide
 tracks as we return to the wrongside
 Art programs and more hip-hop jams, must arrive
 as we return to the wrongside
 More better styles and wack writers step aside
 Aerosol ride, as we return to the wrongside
 Newark, New Jers - Brick City we reside
 Big up, to BS, as we return to the wrongside
 Once more, we have in store graffiti folklore
 in depth to score points, what this joint for?
 All graffiti writers, we bring justice, to this
 Art we take to heart but they missed
 the actual Facts, paint with fat caps, artistic
 gestures, flat or gloss be the texture
 If you measure the amount or count TV, shows on graf
 Galleries, droppin all the skill calories
 They crackin down to make us back down
 but we still wreckin, who remember King 67?
 Peace to Insta, buildin a mad tag in December
 Protective shell los for the winter
 Get in the subject, on how they say we suspects
 Harass me for a marker, there he goes with a Tec
 Blind to see wreck, cause they ignorant to check
 the true art so, they pass laws just to catch
 Certain writers, most bite us anyway
 L-S-B-S, L-T-D is on the path subway
 Try to bring an understanding, respect we're demanding
 Wrongside tales, we never fail with the plannin
 Fatter jams on the air must arrive
 The weak can't slide as we return to the wrongside
 More joints on tape, less compromise
 Better in size as we return to the wrongside
 [Tame One]
 Toys bite my tags, throwups, and old pieces
 Thowin crews up, they can't be down with, and catchin beatings
 Me and my crew stay close-knit
 Make niggaz say 'Oh shit!' about our dope shit, takin cities in doses
 With a tag here and a tag there next year
 it'll be everywhere, catch me if you dare
 It's rare for me not to have a marker after dark
 Cause I've been in this to win this since niggaz used to say spark
 [El Da Sensai]
 Yo, I got the black book designers and the bag
 Make sure I got the uni for the on tour tag
 Saying that we cause mad terror in the city
 Kids ain't got shit so, we feels no pity
 on any surface, hurtin it, experts in it
 Create with the Krylon, crafts be fantastic
 [Tame One]
 Artistic misfits, gifted wicked with the sketchbook
 and the paint, maintainin the status top rank
 With ink stained hands, I masterpiece master plans
 with cans we came across diss some toys who crossed me off
 Lost in my thought, I can walk a mile on style it's
 been a while but I keep mechanicals on file
 for every new jack, and non-believer not knowin my background
 from jump, sleepin cause they only see me with blunts
 My ghetto cartoons just express how I feel
 Representin my culture, and not off it is the deal
 I'm so ill with skill and I'm still up to par
 Not your everday rap star, just who we are
 Like conquering lions, we do our things with strong pride
 for the long ride, tellin tales from the wrongside
 [El Da Sensai]
 KRS keeps the stage show live
 Sharper than knives, as we return from the wrongside
 PNB Nation, no hesitation
 Blazin, as we return from the wrongside
 Peeps sleep, while these brothers coincide
 Keep in stride, as we return from the wrongside
 Comp hide, toy niggaz take a dive
 Kickin skills live, as we return from the wrongside
 Uhh, it's like that
 Layin shit down on the map
 Artifact crew, in the house
 like this like that, so whatchu want?
 For the who? You know the crew...
 Shawn J
 [Tame] Crossin out all y'all wack rappin ass motherfuckers