Letterhead Remix (feat. Macklemore)

Yo, I've been obsessed with words ever since I was a little buck Then I grew bigger and figured drawing pads weren't big enough I wanted to use a wall but in school was taught not to And that graffiti was the root of all evil It's just letters and makin' 'em unnatural shapes So clean cap, surgical masks gets ashed, 'n Sape, activate To code our empire Liftin' mad cans of paint from Fred Meyer's Empty 'em out under bridges and walls and alley ways Givin' a Graff Task Force a sour taste The same flavor that makes haters salivate I was Mongoalie (?) as a minor Caught a felony so now-a-days I don't struggle to prove nothing to you I get a head full of letters, I'm cuttin' 'em loose Up in the booth cousin It ain't a gift, it's a habit Whether good or bad I won't regret it when I'm lookin' back (at it) Cause I'm a letterhead Letterhead Letterhead Letterhead I'm a letterhead So don't sweat the technique When I represent me (Yeah, get 'em) Lunchtime, always tryin' to bring that realness back Fuck the lunch-line cause I don't have no skrill or scratch I was on the way to Fred Meyer's just to fill my bag Steppin' in the home improvement section with my sticky hands That's why I got these baggy pants to conceal the stash But undercover security can't conceal his badge I know every single camera that this building has And I racked so many cans that I'm almost feelin' bad That's exactly what a bad look ain't Cause it's quite good like the backwood tastes And I never stole a Snickers, but I have took paint So hello my name is Snickers in a blackbook, thanks Shit I'd be admired if I was tryin' harder But I'm a riot-starter, beef igniter Just a street writer but I hope to die a martyr Freedom fighter with a stolen Pilot marker (Why you got all that spraypaint on your fingertips and shit?) Cause I'm a letterhead Letterhead Letterhead Letterhead I'm a letterhead So don't sweat the technique While I represent me I was just a kid in Seattle Doin' kickflips in a flannel With some fat caps I racked off Midget Enamels In Cali, the rhyme shelter owes to Melrose My possy was on Broadway scribing on the Metros Gettin' hammed by the busdriver, "Hell no" I was a letterhead, my life was graffiti Letters I lived, I put pride in that mean streak Take Ventures to your ribs, I'm not goin' to the precinct And you can buff me, you can cuff me, you can't stop me I'm young cocky gettin' up with my Sharpie Michelangelo of the concrete That little ball in the paint, damn, was the metronome to my heartbeat I put my freedom on the line for the letters on the wall True Blue patriot, flat black up in my prime Cherry Red in my blood I bleed the ink through my arms Just like America, bombin' buildings and not gettin' caught (nope) Cause I'm a letterhead Letterhead Letterhead Letterhead Yes I am I've been tellin' you that Don't sweat the technique While I'm killin' these beats