Macklemore, Ryan Lewis, DJ Premier, KRS-One - Buckshot lyrics

I used to work at Subway
Seven bucks an hour wasn't much money
But I be rapping and kicking
It on my lunch break like "I'ma make it out
This motherfucker one day"
I was in the back
Back seat of the bus before a bluetooth
Got the boombox and a blunt
Bootlegger deuce-deuce
H on my crew, we get drunk, a little cuckoo
Type of dudes who square up
And knock a tooth loose
Quick to the basement, the, the, the basement
That is the window I'm
Planning to vacate with
Pops put on bars just in
Case somebody breaks in
That's not gonna stop me from
Getting to the pavement
Shh, meeting Jerome at the bus stop
I got the bigger roll, paranoid buck cops
And all my city's known for grunge, flannel
Butt rock and a bunch of Sub Pop
I was on that Buckshot
Window to window and wall to wall
Can of Krylon and we out to bomb (Buckshot)
Four in the morning, I'm with the squad
There we go, there we go, there we go
There we go
Window to window and wall to wall
Can of Krylon and we out to bomb
Four in the morning, I'm with the squad
There we go, there we go, there we go
There we go

Just copped that new Boot Camp tape
The neighbors keep complaining 'bout
Too much bass bang, bang, let me do my thing
Give me two cans and you gon' know my name
You don't wanna get involved
You know I be on
These overpasses burning bridges, dog
You know I be dippin' through these
Alleys tryna diss the law
Sixteen with Adidas on
I'm too speedy for police I'm
Chiefin' through these streets, i'm gone
I got game, don't need to talk anymore
Boppity-bo, tippity-toppity
I pop me some more
I was underground where he come from
And he pop out a hole
Cracked the top back on
The flat black aerosol
I woke up in the morning and I had a vision
These suit and ties got the
Nerve to call it vandalism they hella mad
Say my art is really bad for business
But I'ma paint a better world
Until the cans are empty
Now let it drip, let it drip
If they catch me doing dirt
I'll plead the fifth
I pop a top, I bomb the block
Speakers bumpin', I was on that Buckshot
Window to window and wall to wall
Can of Krylon and we out to bomb (Buckshot)
Four in the morning, I'm with the squad
There we go, there we go, there we go
There we go

Chill chill chilin' with the crew
Just writing my name in graffiti on the wall
Who-who-who is he?
(yeah, knowledge reigns supreme)
Got the world following the

Turn up the CD or turn up the TV
Turn up your T-A-P-E, turn your phone up
Crank up the PC
See, my boys are really beastie
If you're talking graffiti
See, we call it aerosol art
When we splatter the city
I got twenty-five cans in my napsack
Crossing out the whick-whack
T-O-Y-S's ain't even get that
Fat tips and black books, yo, we rep that
149th street bench is where we slept at
Clep-clap, clep-clep-clap, clep-clap
Those are not my words
The spray can said that
Where them reds at, or them green turquoise?
Where my real graf writers? Make some noise
Chill chill chilin' with the crew
Just writing my name in graffiti on the wall
Who-who-who is he? (Macklemore)
Got the world following the
Blow blow blow blow blow
(Buckshot, shot, shot, shot)