D-Sisive - Grafitti Wall lyrics

[Verse 1: D-sisive] Once upon a time Not long ago When I was hardly known for the songs I wrote Before Kneecaps and my Laundry opus Back when you wouldn't dare call me dope I'd John Travolta up the avenue Slap hands with every hand I knew In the middle of June in Phat Farm sweats Ankle elastics around my shins Cypress Hill spinning on my Walkman, son ‘Sawed-off shotgun|Palm on the pump…' Feeling like Real, Sen Dog and Muggs But looking like the white boy from All-4-One! And I swore on the moon and the stars That I would soon be a star; (Nope.) But I don't know that Disposable Kodak Yo, Anova, hold that! [Hook: D-sisive] Now I'm posing in front of a graffiti wall One hand on my chin One hand on my balls No smile on my lips; Smiling's for Punani's, kid In front of a graffiti wall One hand on my chin One hand on my balls I could see it all Electric Circus Monika Deol! Go! Go! Go! (If you don't know, you better ask somebody…) [repeat x3] In front of a graffiti wall One hand on my chin One hand on my balls... [Verse 2: D-sisive] Now I'm feeling myself D-sisive's got sk**s in the cipher Who knew?! Back then, my name was different The Nu-Since aka Malicious! Peace to my M-city fam Now, back to 96 when the kid was damn! Mangling heads, and… Dissing their Bi-Way shoes and their Zellers Wrangler denim f** it I'm a take the crown From Richta aka. Duane Brown! We battled after school All I needed was a verse to a**a**in this dude! I came with the quickness flow Bone Thugs Double timing every syllable Ohhh! But not an ‘oh' at all Tapping the mic… Is this thing on? Then Richta set it off With a couple bars disrespecting my flaws; Six bars later he finished me off With a line about me wearing Stitches clothes No! The whole crowd went off Laughing at me in my South Pole and Exhaust Chad, Naveen, Jermaine… Take me home Tell me, where did I go wrong? [Hook] [Verse 3: D-sisive] Now I'm famous as f** Juno and Polaris nominated, like what!? I'm all up in the papers now… Much Music heavy rotation now… So, where's the d** and the ladies?! Owwww… f** it, I'm playing… Out! Beatbox…