[Verse 1 - Farma G]

Back on road again, jacking for the spray cans

Stand around looking well hot near the paint stand

Eyes on the Buntlack, fingers all itching

Heart's all beating like a drugged up pigeon

Take two, sleeves are full, I pull one more

Before I disappear out of the side door

Run down the alley sprayed my name on the shop signs

Jumped on the bus and hit the window with a UniWide

[Bridge]

We're going all out

We're getting up now

You think you're ready blud?

Just shut your fucking mouth

[Verse 2 - Chester P]

Fuck the police lights I'm torching my weed pipe

Walking the streets likе a cat that didn't eat right

My bag's full of paint and when you're all asleep tight

I creep by and lеave a full throw up on your street side

Busy as a beehive, shop fronts and van backs

Bus stops and train tracks

Shoplift and ransack

Spray cans and stained hands

Rip into a matte black

Police at the snack bar?

I'll graff up their hatchback

[Bridge]

So you're graffers now?

So you're aggy now?

Just grab a can of paint

And take it underground

[Chorus]

Spit I need trains, shit I need spray

And there's Troys outside so there's no time to waste

Yeah there's ink on my face

And there's dirt on my hands

And this goes out to my graffers 'round the land

And if your backs against the wall

Turn around and write on it

One day you might make cash from it

Work hard and consider your skills

'Cause it ain't really like no one else ever will

[Bridge]

You're feeling amped up?

You wanna fight now?

Just let it go blud

And bomb the underground

[Verse 3 - Farma G]

You catch a poster mark [?] drip [?] jizzletip

King of the street who keeps agg'ing it

We flex the outlines in moonshine with cheap wine

My jacket's ink-stained and my creps are way past their prime

I got a dirty habit blud I gotta graff it

I blam the buses when they're stuck in the traffic jam

They call me Grafferman planned out the central

Annihilate the buildings with outstanding murals

[Bridge]

You're losing hope now?

You wanna stamp down?

You think you're king blud?

Watch me take the crown

[Verse 4 - Chester P]

Fuck Crimewatch I'm staining your whitewash

Paining your staircase with ink that don't wipe off

These are the reasons why the council don't like us

I might just leave my signature on a night bus

The world's full of writers, art shops and new plots

Wild styles and Downrocks

Subways and rooftops

Daytimes or night times

My pen's in a shoe box

Tagging on your van while you're queueing in the food shop

[Bridge]

So you wanna bomb?

Wanna hit the streets?

Here's a tin of paint

Now carry out your dreams

[Chorus]

Spit I need trains, shit I need spray

And there's Troys outside so there's no time to waste

Yeah there's ink on my face

And there's dirt on my hands

And this goes out to my graffers 'round the land

And if your backs against the wall

Turn around and write on it

One day you might make cash from it

Work hard and consider your skills

'Cause it ain't really like no one else ever will

You're feeling amped up?

You wanna fight now?

Just let it go blud

And bomb the underground