• every night, wickd goes
    he walks tight, straight up
    wouldnt even care bout tagger foes
    y'all, wave dem guns and say wassup.

    bearin tha cold presence
    these streets have
    still the style knows its essence
    how could it penetrate in wickd's head.

    there the tag goes
    wickd got it nice
    then the wall bomb explodes
    tomorrow it would pull your eyes.
    close.

    thats how wickd rolls
    cant get out without them
    fat markers for the walls
    thats how he bombs the system
    before the cops could make calls.