Letterhead (Remix) [feat. Illmaculate & Macklemore] feat. Illmaculate,Macklemore

歌詞

Yo I've been obsessed with words ever since I was a little buck Then I grew bigger and figured drawing pads weren't big enough I wanted to use a wall, but in school was taught not to And that graffiti was the root of all evil It's just letters and making them unnatural shapes So clean caps, surgical masks is actually sayin activate To coat our empire Liftin' mad cans of paint from Fred Meyers Empty 'em out under bridges and walls of alleyways Givin the graph task force a sour taste The same flavor that makes haters salivate It was my goal as a minor, caught a felony, so now what they I don't struggle to prove nothing to you I get a head full of letters, I'm cuttin 'em loose, speakin the truth Cousin, it ain't a gift, it's a habit Whether good or bad, I won't regret it when I'm lookin back Cause I'm a letterhead I'm a letterhead So don't sweat the technique When I represent me Get em Lunch time, I was tryin to bring that realness back Fuck the lunch line, cause I ain't have no sprill or sprash I was on the way to Fred Meyers just to fill my bags Steppin in the home improvement section with my sticky hands That's why I got these baggy pants, to conceal the stash But undercover security can't conceal his badge I know every single camera that this building has And I racked so many cans that I'm almost feeling bad That's exactly what a bad look ain't Cause it's quite good, like the backwood taste And I never stole a Snickers but I have took paint So hello my name is pickers in the black book, thanks Shit, I'd be admired if I was trying harder But I'm a riot starter, beef igniter Just a street writer but I hope to die a martyr Freedom fighter, woulda stolen pilot marker Why you got all that spray paint on your finger tips? Cause I'm a letterhead I'm a letterhead So don't sweat the technique While I represent me I was just a kid in Seattle doin kick flips in a flannel With some fat cats, I wracked off midget enamels In Cali, they rhyme chateaus with mellows My posse was on Broadway, scribin on the Metros Gettin pound by the bus driver "Hell nah!" I was a letterhead, my life was graffiti Letters I lived, I put pride in that mean street Adventures to your ribs, I'm not goin to the precinct You can buff me, you can cuff me You can't stop me I'm young, cocky, gettin up with my sharpie Michelangelo with the concrete That little ball in the paint can was the metronome to my heart beat I put my freedom on the line, for the letters on the walls Shubu, patriot, flat black up in my palm Cherry red in my blood, I bleed the ink through my arms It's like America bombin buildings and not gettin caught Nope I'm not gettin caught Cause I'm a letterhead Yes I am, I've been tellin you that Don't sweat the technique, while I'm killing these beats Bitch.