Return To Da Wrongside-Artifacts

Return To Da Wrongside (LP Version) - Artifacts [Tame One] I was out to bomb like Vietnam, but in this rhyme, I'm the prime suspect Handcuffed for stuff that I ain't hit yet It seems the neighborhood block watch got open like a box top Wanted they're props and called up the cops While Momma Dukes is in the kitchen flippin Trippin cause spray caps is missin and I left without permission I got bagged with the darkest black marker I had An easy target cause my tag is on my bookbag As I was shadowed they musta heard the bag rattle Tipped the cops off, and ran up, before I popped the top off Got interrogated bout crews I never heard of Got my face wrote on, and treated like I did a murder Heard sermons, on property value and city workshops Slapped with a fine, now in my record there's a new notch The misdemeanor catcher comin back at cha for the long ride, as we return to the wrongside [El Da Sensai] Out to burn, rackin paints by the sack to provide tracks as we return to the wrongside Art programs and more hip-hop jams, must arrive as we return to the wrongside More better styles and wack writers step aside Aerosol ride, as we return to the wrongside Newark, New Jers - Brick City we reside Big up, to BS, as we return to the wrongside Once more, we have in store graffiti folklore in depth to score points, what this joint for? All graffiti writers, we bring justice, to this Art we take to heart but they missed the actual Facts, paint with fat caps, artistic gestures, flat or gloss be the texture If you measure the amount or count TV, shows on graf Galleries, droppin all the skill calories They crackin down to make us back down but we still wreckin, who remember King 67? Peace to Insta, buildin a mad tag in December Pr