Graffiti Skies

I don't think y'all ready

Yo I don't think y'all ready

Graffiti decorations under a sky of grey

This constant apprehension still giving me away

The lessons I have forgotten

In spite of all I've learned

Now I find myself in question

Mike: they point the finger at me again

Chester: Guilty by association

Mike: you point the finger at me again

I wanna runaway (I wanna runaway)

I wanna know the truth (I wanna know the truth)

I wanna know the answers (I wanna know the answers)

I wanna shut the door (and open up my mind)

And open up my mind

Paperbags and angry voices under a sky of grey

This constant apprehension wont seem to go away

All my talk of starting over

These words were never true

Now I find myself in question

Point the finger at me again

Guilty by association

Point the finger at me again

I wanna runaway (I wanna runaway)

I wanna know the truth (I wanna know the truth)

I wanna know the answers (I wanna know the answers)

I wanna shut the door (and open up my mind)

and open up my mind

Gonna runwaway gonna runaway

Y’all not ready

Hey yo I don't think your all ready for what I am about to do

You all new schooled dudes that don't even got no clue

How dare you forget about Bam and Zulu

Cool Herc and Jazzy Jay they paved the way

Let me spit at you all who said I wasn't going to make it

Every time I blazed, you all the first to hate it

My team really keeps supreme to stay strong

That's the true serious son, they're scared to put us on

Can’t get with hybrids get off your hiatus

Too many artists dieing for us so I got to blaze it

Still rapping BK, Brooklyn and Vietnam

Hell Fighting families and Aceyalone

Banging in the backyard on the LP song

I'm the new communicate, Phoenix Orion!!!

I wanna runaway (I wanna runaway)

I wanna know the truth (I wanna know the truth)

I wanna know the answers (I wanna know the answers)

I wanna shut the door (and open up my mind)

And open up my mind