(Migzilla)

Catch a tag

Roll a blunt up with wax

Take along drag

Before eye get in that ass

Not friendly

So don’t ask me to pass the weed

Gradually get up around the city

While you sleep and snooze

Posted getting toasted

With a few of good fellas

Who’s better

See my name wherever

You look

You shook you fake fuck

You only tagging in a bathroom stall

And you call it getting up

You must jokin son

No ones gunna wanna

Pass they marijuana

To a mutha fuxkin chump

Eye won’t pass you my book

Because I’ll never get it back

Plus ya handstyles wack

And everything you copy

Always sloppy as fuck

When will it stop?

Maybe when you rockin dentures

You stop telling everybody else

Muthafuckin' adventures!

(Sykadelix)

I’m busting “non stops” from bus stop to bus stop, gotta catch the 204. If you know then you know. Hop on the green line but in between time I’m scribing my name for fame even if the writing ain’t the same. Get off Willowbrook to transfer to the blue line then to the red but that’s all in due time. So before I get off on Union Station & get Picasso, I grab my black book just like a gospel. Nothing but lost souls in this vida, escucha la rima. I paint my way through just like Frida. Mira y todavia necesito que juntar me con un amigo artisto. Se le explico para sus hijos? So that they can grow up to express themselves & test themselves, you smell that wealth? It’s called knowledge, Loop Scholar crews here to drop it. Can’t stop it, can’t top it like a Locus hit up. Fucked your shit up

(Migzilla)

It’s five fifty one AM

Before he made music there’s no way that you can play em

He was just another face

On the sixty bus

Hitting up

Getting up widda green color streak

Hit the street widda vengeance

Catching tags in abundance

Independent self funded

Type of muthafucka

Check it

Landmarks on the sidewalk

As you walk passed

Or scribed into tile

In the bathroom at tams

Even etched on the glass

On The laundry mat

Window Since oh three

Peace to da OGs

When eye needed a blunt

Or a place to crash

Eye was doing bad

There wasn’t many

Eye can count em with one hand

Those the real ones

The real welcoming type

The ones that also back you up

If you ever in a fight

(Sykadelix)

Im catching spots on hot blocks where cops try to stop shop. Top that homie in all caps. Coming for all caps like doom, there’s no more room for your name on the wall. Call yo homies, catchin throwies on the lowkey. Puffin mad stogies, chugging mad 40s. Shouldn’t have brought yo bitch because she had to blow me. Sykadelix got the backpack full of streaks, cans, acrylics. Fuck a ticket, I ain’t tryna visit no prison. Listen to the visions of a street artist, hidden in the Garden of Eden. We starving not eating, when it gets dark we start thievin. Leaving your walls full of art from the heart, spark a blunt in the park when it gets dark. It be the shark so fuck the system. Kill em’ with the rythem that I hit em with just like villain. Spillin paint, my name is Angel but ain’t no saint. Im smokin that Mary Jane just to ease the pain, just to maintain