Lyrics Letterhead (remix) - Sandpeople

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