A vision in the night under streetlights,
graffiti art emboldened by artists in sight.
The symbolism is premeditated, not stated.
If ever caught, pink hands will be confiscated.
Another journey, our memory lane tagged up.
Hit the block, keep the riders showing up.
It's the hip hop game, it's the hip hop fame.
Doing up the sidewall,
just so they know your name.
Everybody trying to be a Fab Five Freddy.
Are you ready?
Skip the train tracks,
head to the art hall for a fee.
With these night colors, dance a limitless.
Why resist?
So launch a spray can in your left fist for those night colors.
Those night colors.
Night colors.
Night colors.
Those night colors.
Night colors.
Night colors.
Night colors.
Those night colors.
Night colors.
Night colors.
Night colors.
Those night colors.
Night colors.
Night colors.
Night colors.
Tag over my homies, peace must be asking for it.
Boys will be boys,
but we ain't down for that *.
Smell that rip,
tombstone,
new owners,
trombones.
Musical notes for those without life left in their bones.
Haters hate,
but we infiltrate those with no morals.
Skeptic,
white,
protective,
it's more than lines.
On walls,
the culture are bound,
slated by night colors.
The same that shine in the daylight, brothers.
What we did do to stop the senselessness.
Pull out a heater, a leather spray cannot miss.
Tell you most of us would be living outside.
Instead of forcing, let out the colors and hide.
For those night colors.
Those night colors.
Those night colors.
On the ledge out my head comes a premature death.
If this hip hop thing faded away, nothing left.
Traditions and legacies held intact by night colors.
A tribute to those before us who chose not to shoot.
Brothers and sisters in a hip hop family.
Let it bleed and to see the skeptics,
let them write.
Let us read till death.
This rhythm will be in my soul.
What I fight for whatever case till I'm old.
For those night colors.
Those night colors.
Those night colors.
Those night colors.