Uh one two, uh one two. And you don't stop
  Production dj large and promoe on the mic
  for all my pepole, pepole (graffiti writers)
  It goes a little something like this:
  
  [Verse 1]
  It was the last days of summer sun shine'in through the window
  Life movin' real slow, you know how things go.
  His friends knew him by the name of Bingo
  As he turned up the volyme of a hot new single
  From looptroop his favourite rap group
  He loved how they represented him yo, the graff youth
  From the grass roots he came from sweden to
  Felt proud when he played his new friends the latest tunes
  Check this shit out man; that he had to download
  Cause his local recordstore was on the other side of the globe
  They didn't carry the stuff, but he felt it was ok to do
  He spread the troops message all the way to australia dude
  Oh man I couldn't be wrong when long arm and freedomfighters wears his fucking themesongs
  In their headphones those nights he spent when we satyed up
  Adrenaline rush when we enter the layup singin'..
  
  Refrain: Babababa baaaa
  You know grafitti won't die.. die
  Babababa baaaa
  Because these walls don't lie.. lie
  Babababa baaaa
  I'm dedicating this beat.. peace
  Babababa baaaa
  To those devious g's
  
  [Verse 2]
  They steped in with a grin and a boosted kangol
  Mimicing the king Rick the ruler's manors
  Fresh dressed in his newest shoes and flanels
  Then began letting off with the loosest cannons
  Figuring this will be my coolest panel
  But when they see it all they see is just a gruesome scandal
  Erasin' all signs of life, callin the youth some vandals
  They can't handle the truth so that's how the truth is handled
  Deep into the music and his art man, his true love
  Didn't even notice when the train pulled up
  And before the bloodstains faded or the engine cooled off
  That very same train hit another writer: Olaf
  On a different continent though: Europe
  But then they came to the same place that I'm sure of
  In this world people always looked upon them as a terror
  But now 50 000 chariots singin' the chorus, going...
  
  Refrain Babababa baaaa
  Grafitti writers won't die.. die
  Babababa baaaa
  I'm telling you, Because these walls don't lie.. lie
  Babababa baaaa
  I'm dedicating this song.. song
  Babababa baaaa
  To those gone, your memory live on.. on
  
  [Bridge]
  I know a lot of people including myself get uncomfortable
  When people including myself get emotional
  But I gotta be true to myself and to most of y'all
  Man I still got love for graffiti culture though
  A lot of people including myself get uncomfortable
  When people including myself get emotional
  But I gotta be true to myself and to most of y'all
  Man I still got love for graffiti culture though
  
  [Verse 3]
  A lot changed from the days of Spraycan stories
  See me in the yard today, lost like a freakin' tourist
  And I don't claim to know much, all I really know is
  We were 17 once actin' like we were immortals
  Fearin' no evil, people said we had no morals
  That's fine, their corrupt world it really wasn't for us
  We just laughed at the bullshit names that they called us
  Hated us, we hated them and both sides found out what a war is
  We were winning in the beginning then found out ‘bout the horrors
  Don't get me wrong my love a hundred percent, no less
  And peace to my people, we grow with the knowledge
  I bite Tone Def same time I'm payin' homage
  To cats from South Africa, writers from New York
  Australia, Spain, France and Germany, up north
  Still the same rapper tellin' cops to fuck off
  And all my writers: Survive! This my love song to y'all..
  
  [Refrain]
  
  [scratches]
  
  all my writers survive yo