Return to da Wrongside Lyrics
| Song | Return to da Wrongside |
| Artist | Artifacts |
| Album | That's Them |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Brown, Jones, Maupin, Williams | |
| 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 | |
| Protective shell los for the winter | |
| Get in the subject, on how they say we suspects | |
| Harass me for a marker, there he goes with a Tec | |
| Blind to see wreck, cause they ignorant to check | |
| the true art so, they pass laws just to catch | |
| Certain writers, most bite us anyway | |
| L-S-B-S, L-T-D is on the path subway | |
| Try to bring an understanding, respect we're demanding | |
| Wrongside tales, we never fail with the plannin | |
| Fatter jams on the air must arrive | |
| The weak can't slide as we return to the wrongside | |
| More joints on tape, less compromise | |
| Better in size as we return to the wrongside | |
| [Tame One] | |
| Toys bite my tags, throwups, and old pieces | |
| Thowin crews up, they can't be down with, and catchin beatings | |
| Me and my crew stay close-knit | |
| Make niggaz say 'Oh shit!' about our dope shit, takin cities in doses | |
| With a tag here and a tag there next year | |
| it'll be everywhere, catch me if you dare | |
| It's rare for me not to have a marker after dark | |
| Cause I've been in this to win this since niggaz used to say spark | |
| [El Da Sensai] | |
| Yo, I got the black book designers and the bag | |
| Make sure I got the uni for the on tour tag | |
| Saying that we cause mad terror in the city | |
| Kids ain't got shit so, we feels no pity | |
| on any surface, hurtin it, experts in it | |
| Create with the Krylon, crafts be fantastic | |
| [Tame One] | |
| Artistic misfits, gifted wicked with the sketchbook | |
| and the paint, maintainin the status top rank | |
| With ink stained hands, I masterpiece master plans | |
| with cans we came across diss some toys who crossed me off | |
| Lost in my thought, I can walk a mile on style it's | |
| been a while but I keep mechanicals on file | |
| for every new jack, and non-believer not knowin my background | |
| from jump, sleepin cause they only see me with blunts | |
| My ghetto cartoons just express how I feel | |
| Representin my culture, and not off it is the deal | |
| I'm so ill with skill and I'm still up to par | |
| Not your everday rap star, just who we are | |
| Like conquering lions, we do our things with strong pride | |
| for the long ride, tellin tales from the wrongside | |
| [El Da Sensai] | |
| KRS keeps the stage show live | |
| Sharper than knives, as we return from the wrongside | |
| PNB Nation, no hesitation | |
| Blazin, as we return from the wrongside | |
| Peeps sleep, while these brothers coincide | |
| Keep in stride, as we return from the wrongside | |
| Comp hide, toy niggaz take a dive | |
| Kickin skills live, as we return from the wrongside | |
| Uhh, it's like that | |
| Layin shit down on the map | |
| Artifact crew, in the house | |
| like this like that, so whatchu want? | |
| For the who? You know the crew... | |
| Shawn J | |
| [Tame] Crossin out all y'all wack rappin ass motherf**kers |
| zuo qu : Brown, Jones, Maupin, Williams | |
| 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 hiphop 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 | |
| Protective shell los for the winter | |
| Get in the subject, on how they say we suspects | |
| Harass me for a marker, there he goes with a Tec | |
| Blind to see wreck, cause they ignorant to check | |
| the true art so, they pass laws just to catch | |
| Certain writers, most bite us anyway | |
| LSBS, LTD is on the path subway | |
| Try to bring an understanding, respect we' re demanding | |
| Wrongside tales, we never fail with the plannin | |
| Fatter jams on the air must arrive | |
| The weak can' t slide as we return to the wrongside | |
| More joints on tape, less compromise | |
| Better in size as we return to the wrongside | |
| Tame One | |
| Toys bite my tags, throwups, and old pieces | |
| Thowin crews up, they can' t be down with, and catchin beatings | |
| Me and my crew stay closeknit | |
| Make niggaz say ' Oh shit!' about our dope shit, takin cities in doses | |
| With a tag here and a tag there next year | |
| it' ll be everywhere, catch me if you dare | |
| It' s rare for me not to have a marker after dark | |
| Cause I' ve been in this to win this since niggaz used to say spark | |
| El Da Sensai | |
| Yo, I got the black book designers and the bag | |
| Make sure I got the uni for the on tour tag | |
| Saying that we cause mad terror in the city | |
| Kids ain' t got shit so, we feels no pity | |
| on any surface, hurtin it, experts in it | |
| Create with the Krylon, crafts be fantastic | |
| Tame One | |
| Artistic misfits, gifted wicked with the sketchbook | |
| and the paint, maintainin the status top rank | |
| With ink stained hands, I masterpiece master plans | |
| with cans we came across diss some toys who crossed me off | |
| Lost in my thought, I can walk a mile on style it' s | |
| been a while but I keep mechanicals on file | |
| for every new jack, and nonbeliever not knowin my background | |
| from jump, sleepin cause they only see me with blunts | |
| My ghetto cartoons just express how I feel | |
| Representin my culture, and not off it is the deal | |
| I' m so ill with skill and I' m still up to par | |
| Not your everday rap star, just who we are | |
| Like conquering lions, we do our things with strong pride | |
| for the long ride, tellin tales from the wrongside | |
| El Da Sensai | |
| KRS keeps the stage show live | |
| Sharper than knives, as we return from the wrongside | |
| PNB Nation, no hesitation | |
| Blazin, as we return from the wrongside | |
| Peeps sleep, while these brothers coincide | |
| Keep in stride, as we return from the wrongside | |
| Comp hide, toy niggaz take a dive | |
| Kickin skills live, as we return from the wrongside | |
| Uhh, it' s like that | |
| Layin shit down on the map | |
| Artifact crew, in the house | |
| like this like that, so whatchu want? | |
| For the who? You know the crew... | |
| Shawn J | |
| Tame Crossin out all y' all wack rappin ass motherf kers |
| zuò qǔ : Brown, Jones, Maupin, Williams | |
| 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 hiphop 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 | |
| Protective shell los for the winter | |
| Get in the subject, on how they say we suspects | |
| Harass me for a marker, there he goes with a Tec | |
| Blind to see wreck, cause they ignorant to check | |
| the true art so, they pass laws just to catch | |
| Certain writers, most bite us anyway | |
| LSBS, LTD is on the path subway | |
| Try to bring an understanding, respect we' re demanding | |
| Wrongside tales, we never fail with the plannin | |
| Fatter jams on the air must arrive | |
| The weak can' t slide as we return to the wrongside | |
| More joints on tape, less compromise | |
| Better in size as we return to the wrongside | |
| Tame One | |
| Toys bite my tags, throwups, and old pieces | |
| Thowin crews up, they can' t be down with, and catchin beatings | |
| Me and my crew stay closeknit | |
| Make niggaz say ' Oh shit!' about our dope shit, takin cities in doses | |
| With a tag here and a tag there next year | |
| it' ll be everywhere, catch me if you dare | |
| It' s rare for me not to have a marker after dark | |
| Cause I' ve been in this to win this since niggaz used to say spark | |
| El Da Sensai | |
| Yo, I got the black book designers and the bag | |
| Make sure I got the uni for the on tour tag | |
| Saying that we cause mad terror in the city | |
| Kids ain' t got shit so, we feels no pity | |
| on any surface, hurtin it, experts in it | |
| Create with the Krylon, crafts be fantastic | |
| Tame One | |
| Artistic misfits, gifted wicked with the sketchbook | |
| and the paint, maintainin the status top rank | |
| With ink stained hands, I masterpiece master plans | |
| with cans we came across diss some toys who crossed me off | |
| Lost in my thought, I can walk a mile on style it' s | |
| been a while but I keep mechanicals on file | |
| for every new jack, and nonbeliever not knowin my background | |
| from jump, sleepin cause they only see me with blunts | |
| My ghetto cartoons just express how I feel | |
| Representin my culture, and not off it is the deal | |
| I' m so ill with skill and I' m still up to par | |
| Not your everday rap star, just who we are | |
| Like conquering lions, we do our things with strong pride | |
| for the long ride, tellin tales from the wrongside | |
| El Da Sensai | |
| KRS keeps the stage show live | |
| Sharper than knives, as we return from the wrongside | |
| PNB Nation, no hesitation | |
| Blazin, as we return from the wrongside | |
| Peeps sleep, while these brothers coincide | |
| Keep in stride, as we return from the wrongside | |
| Comp hide, toy niggaz take a dive | |
| Kickin skills live, as we return from the wrongside | |
| Uhh, it' s like that | |
| Layin shit down on the map | |
| Artifact crew, in the house | |
| like this like that, so whatchu want? | |
| For the who? You know the crew... | |
| Shawn J | |
| Tame Crossin out all y' all wack rappin ass motherf kers |
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