Return To Da Wrongside

Artifacts

[Tame One]

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