spraycan stories is the jam's title

reminiscing on many a days of being a writer

getting chased raided but mostly getting shit painted

a pain in society's ass 'cause they hate it

spraycan stories is the jam's title

reminiscing on many a days of being a writer

getting chased raided but mostly getting shit painted

ay yo graff can't be faded



a couple of years ago me and my man

went out of town to rack up some cans

'cause shit it got hot here in vsters

it was time to dress up in our best racking clothes

in my jacket i could take eight cans

if shit was smooth four more in my pants

that adds up to twelve so i guess you could tell

we had high expertasions that shit would go well

we went to catch the train at the train station

we didn't pay the fare we only paid attention

to avoid any situation of confrontation

with the law

and i saw nothing that arose my suspicion

so the mission was on

we soon reached our destination

didn't know what we was facin'or what was waitin'

for us - as we entered in the gas station

took a look around everything seemed easy

matter of fact shit was so cool that we was freezin'

we saw the cans and they had us made open

had no id an undercover was scopin

checking us out from behind this shelf

as me and nob started racking up as hell

after a while i had to get out to empty out my jacket

so i could come back in and do some more racking

then i saw this man in the corner of my eye

i started walking faster he started to jog

so i ran frantically and threw away my burden

he was shoutin'