Buckshot Lyrics - Unruly Mess - Macklemore

I used to work at Subway 

Seven bucks an hour wasn't much money 

But I be rapping and kicking it on my lunch break 

Like "I'mma make it out this motherfucker one day" 

I was in the back, back seat of the bus before a bluetooth 

Got the boombox and a blunt, bootlegger deuce-deuce 

H on my crew, we get drunk, a little coo-coo 

Type of dudes who square up and knock a tooth loose 

Quick to the basement, the, the, the basement 

That is the window I'm planning to vacate with 

Pops put on bars just in case somebody breaks in 

That's not gonna stop me from getting to the pavement 

Shh, meeting Jerome at the bus stop 

I got the bigger roll, paranoid buck cops 

And all my city's known for grunge, flannel, puck rock 

And a bunch of Sub Pop, I was on that Buckshot 

Window to window and wall to wall 

Can of Krylon, we out to ball 

(Buckshot) 

Four in the morning I'm with the squad 

There we go, there we go, there we go, there we go 

Window to window and wall to wall 

Can I cry along and we out to ball? 

Four in the morning I'm with the squad 

There we go, there we go, there we go, there we go 

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Just copped that new Boot Camp tape 

The neighbors keep complaining 'bout too much bass 

Bang, bang, let me do my thing 

Give me two cans and you gon' know my name 

You don't want to get involved 

You know I be on these overpasses burning bridges, dog 

You know I be dippin' through these alleys tryna diss the law 

Sixteen with Adidas on 

I'm too speedy for police I'm chiefin' through these streets, I'm gone 

I got game, don't need to talk anymore 

Boppity-bo, tippity-toppity, I pop me some more 

I was underground where he came from and he pop out a hole 

Cracked the top back on the flat black aerosol 

I woke up in the morning and I had a vision 

These suit and ties got the nerve to call it vandalism 

They hella mad, say my art is really bad for business 

But I'mma paint a better world until the cans are empty 

Now let it drip, let it drip 

If they catch me doing dirt I'll plead the fifth 

I pop a top, I brought my Glock 

Speakers bumpin', I was on that Buckshot 

Photos 

Window to window and wall to wall 

Can of Krylon, we out to ball 

(Buckshot) 

Four in the morning I'm with the squad 

There we go, there we go, there we go, there we go 

Chill-chill-chilin' with the crew 

Just writing my name in graffiti on the wall 

Who-who-who is he? 

(Yeah, knowledge reigns supreme) 

Got the world following the... 

Turn up the CD or turn up the TV 

Turn up your T-A-P-E, turn your phone up, crank up the PC 

See, my boys are really PC if you're talking graffiti 

See, we call it aerosol art when we splatter the city 

I got twenty five cans in my napsack 

Crossing out the whick-whack 

TIOS's ain't even get that 

Fat tips and black books, yo, we rep that 

149th street bench is where we slept at 

Clep-clap, clep-clap, clep-clap, clep-clap 

Those are not my words, the spray can said that 

Where them reds at, or them green turquoise? 

Where my real graf writers? Make some noise 

Chill-chill-chilin' with the crew 

Just writing my name in graffiti on the wall 

Who-who-who is he? 

(Macklemore) 

Got the world following the... 

(Buckshot, shot, shot, shot)