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d-sisive - grafitti wall lyrics

[verse 1: d-sisive]
once upon a time
not long ago
when i was hardly known for the songs i wrote
before kneecaps and my laundry opus
back when you wouldn’t dare call me dope
i’d john travolta up the avenue
slap hands with every hand i knew
in the middle of june in phat farm sweats
ankle elastics around my shins
cypress hill spinning on my walkman, son
‘sawed-off shotgun|palm on the pump…’
feeling like real, sen dog and muggs
but looking like the white boy from all-4-one!
and i swore on the moon and the stars
that i would soon be a star;
(nope.)
but i don’t know that
disposable kodak
yo, anova, hold that!

[hook: d-sisive]
now i’m posing in front of a graffiti wall
one hand on my chin
one hand on my b-lls
no smile on my lips;
smiling’s for punani’s, kid
in front of a graffiti wall
one hand on my chin
one hand on my b-lls
i could see it all
electric circus
monika deol!

go! go! go!
(if you don’t know, you better ask somebody…)
[repeat x3]

in front of a graffiti wall
one hand on my chin
one hand on my b-lls…

[verse 2: d-sisive]
now i’m feeling myself
d-sisive’s got sk!lls in the cipher
who knew?!
back then, my name was different
the nu-since aka malicious!
peace to my m-city fam
now, back to 96 when the kid was d-mn!
mangling heads, and…
dissing their bi-way shoes and their zellers wrangler denim
f-ck it
i’m a take the crown
from richta aka. duane brown!
we battled after school
all i needed was a verse to -ss-ssin this dude!
i came with the quickness flow
bone thugs
double timing every syllable
ohhh!
but not an ‘oh’ at all
tapping the mic… is this thing on?
then richta set it off
with a couple bars disrespecting my flaws;
six bars later he finished me off
with a line about me wearing st-tches clothes
no!
the whole crowd went off
laughing at me in my south pole and exhaust
chad, naveen, jermaine… take me home
tell me, where did i go wrong?

[hook]

[verse 3: d-sisive]
now i’m famous as f-ck
juno and polaris nominated, like what!?
i’m all up in the papers now…
much music heavy rotation now…
so, where’s the drugs and the ladies?!
owwww…
f-ck it, i’m playing… out!
beatbox…

- d sisive lyrics

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