Lyrics

[Bias B] I've got ink stains in my jocks, my flowes leakin' It's creepin' down my leg my parents peakin' Just another weekend on the hursty line It's fine 87 - 88 I think that was the time Paint wastes, showtrain specials, the 45th, doin panels on blue trains In the early morning mist Running from the cops non stop racking markers The pilot and Tempera wiht the pump in the centre Get it flowin', now I'm going Up to the train that's slowin' To write my name I'm leavin' stains you know my fame is growin' Given respect where it's due never received it Got fed-up the ink got wetter, better believe it Writers having battles one on one, crew upon cew Remember when CMA battled KRU Siapan AC, Must I reminiss on the state, create something for the greats back in 88 [Bias B] USA, Dskiz, Prime 86 Spy & Wisp I started out bombin with the Diffly Bits and the Magnum 44 The Posca a neighbourhood ticket 35 cents is all it cost ya DKAY MDA R.I.P, RDC, DMA TWB, WCA that's the crew who's still staying true and where the fuck were you Back in the days, back when the spraypack and dupli-color rocked the lines interwined Doin crime all the time expandin' my mind With a dream one day to rock the rhymes on stage No cage around the yeard To all the writers still rocking the lines I'm sending my regards From the start my heart was in the right place Victoria the state it's for the writers back in 88 [Bias B] Do you remember racking from McEwans Doin back-ons, run-ups at sun-up and waking up at 2am to go spraying The aerosol patrol, b-boy patrol, bboys ready to roll Piece of paper on the Aussie nozzle man for the can control Panels in the middle of the day or night running for weeks Totolly shitting myself when the train creeks With the Crystal Mint Green, Pontiac Blue, Planet Purple, remember bombing the loop city circle 6 cars all day, the Tempera and Pop-mate The sounds inside my headphones pound, Critical Beatdown I found myself as a writer in Australia doin' my best to impress sometimes becoming a failure But 88 was great early days of poineering Many dedicated but many more disappearing Bluey's in Jolimont DMA 1988 Kings Word up to all the writers still doing there thing