Thx 1198 - Promoe

«Freedom fighters in the streets rock, rock on/

Fighting for freedom, writing for freedom/

Promoe:

Im here to give a voice to all the blurred faces/

The ones who vandalize and disturb neighbours/

The ones who go to court and get no legal aid/

Have no rights in society but to keep the evil paid/

The ones that are outlawed worse than Reno Raines/

And make the average Joe on the street demand cleaner trains/

The ones whose history ya’ll want to erase/

No historys no future, despair in their face/

The ones who get beat up by police and toy cops/

Like my boys got victims of boycotts/

You claim they’re not political but to me/

The whole art form questions private property/

A political crime of passion/

This one is to my train bombing, train trashing…

Freedom fighters in the streets rock, rock on/

Fighting for freedom, writing for freedom/

I represent the spray paint artist/

I can feel your pain and hardships/

I know you’re workin the grave yard shift/

So you can keep that train yard hit/

And though society hate our shit/

And love feh build their great star ships/

I know as long as your brave heart ticks/

Its on your side the creators sits/

Promoe:

Youre never home sleepin always out peepin the yard/

You doin whole cars with no guards/

If 5−0 show up do throw ups on po-pos car/

You blow up the precinct if they put you behind bars/

Youre smart, no heart for a system that hates you/

You praise true masters like Seen and Phase 2/

You amaze crews and do a one man whole train/

Thatll bring fame to your name like John Coltrane/

Disregard cold rain and bad weather you’d better/

Practice your letters cus you gotta get better/

Yo yo get up get out and do something/

You can’t sleep cus you wanna become king of bombing/

Equipped with bomb ink and the most fat caps/

And a walkman with Promoes fat rap/

Freedom fighters in the streets rock, rock on/

Fighting for freedom, writing for freedom/

Cosmic:

Who can tell you what you can do and can not?/

Who can beat you down, smash your face and put on hand cuffs?/

Who built the cage and who makes sure you stay in it?/

Who can break the law, break your jaw and get away with it?/

Who sets up trials then calling you a liar?/

Who is out spying preparing train yards with barbed wire?/

Who represent the evil with no regret?/

Who forget about the people and what punishment we get?/

But yo Who is out jumping electrified fences?/

Who is throwing rocks at hidden camera lenses?/

Who is getting raw shitty to get up all city?/

Who is writing graffiti but never admit that they did it?/

Who is discriminated and not told the truth?/

Whos affiliated to killers according to the news?/

Who goes by the names of Suer, Swob and Jeis/

Kaos, Side, Heis, Cake and Obey?/

Who is on the frontline fighting sodomite?/

I gotta say peace to my peeps and all of my…

Freedom fighters in the streets rock, rock on/

Fighting for freedom, writing for freedom/

Promoe:

To all my freedom fighters let me see them lighters/

If you’re fed up with security guards who beat up writers/

Fed up with seeing your pieces get buffed/

Police that’s corrupt and leaders that bluff/

Fed up with a unjust justice system/

We gotta teach our young ones cuss the system/

If you’re fed up with the gun busts, cuffs and prisons/

Then let me see you pump pump up your fist son/

Listen, you hear the freedom chimes?

playin at the speed of rhyme/

Tellin you to free your mind/

Graffiti is a freedom crime, beautiful and revolutionary/

Suitable for revolutionaries/

On that road seldom travelled by the multitude/

Remember this when the cops come to fuck with you…

Freedom fighters in the streets rock, rock on/

Fighting for freedom, writing for freedom/