Graffiti Busters Songtext / Lyric

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



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)

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 shit

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?

Massacre burners and tags

Murals you find gone

Symbols of a bygone era

Get covered

Legends in your own mind

Your time's coming



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



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