Paroles de The Cycle Repeats
[Chorus:]It goes 1 for free cans and 2 for mean streaks
3 for fat markers that we use to bomb streets
4 for cops makin' your heart beat thump
Often the rush is enough to motivate us to bust
[Verse 1:]
But I'll, avoid the buff by all means necessary
Bombin' strategically to have one less adversary
And cops work the beat so my feet move with rhythm
On the ankle express to manifest youth and rebellion
Riskin' freedom to animate cities we live in
Using weapons from neckup and ambition like ammunition
Pushin' the envelope of graff higher for writers
As kings develop styles and inspire the birth of biters
Toys sketch on papyrus, then graduate to streets
Spawning new admirers and the cycle repeats and it goes...
[Chorus:]
1 for free cans, 2 for the crew, 3 toy writers keeping our confidence fueled
4 for cops makin your heart beat thump
Often that rush is enough to motivate us to bust
[Verse 2:]
Now if paintings are rich in content am I defacing walls?
Or breakin the law if recognitions my accomplice? Still a starving artist, cause I'd rather buy paint
When passion is massive peripheral become faint
My eyes on the prize until I'm tried by police
But as soon as I'm released you know the cycle repeats and it goes...
But I'll, avoid the buff by all means necessary
Bombin' strategically to have one less adversary
And cops work the beat so my feet move with rhythm
On the ankle express to manifest youth and rebellion
Riskin' freedom to animate cities we live in
Using weapons from neckup and ambition like ammunition
Pushin' the envelope of graff higher for writers
As kings develop styles and inspire the birth of biters
Toys sketch on papyrus, then graduate to streets
Spawning new admirers and the cycle repeats and it goes...
[Chorus:]
1 for free cans, 2 for the crew, 3 toy writers keeping our confidence fueled
4 for cops makin your heart beat thump
Often that rush is enough to motivate us to bust
[Verse 2:]
Now if paintings are rich in content am I defacing walls?
Or breakin the law if recognitions my accomplice? Still a starving artist, cause I'd rather buy paint
When passion is massive peripheral become faint
My eyes on the prize until I'm tried by police
But as soon as I'm released you know the cycle repeats and it goes...
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