Promoe - These Walls Don't Lie Lyrics
A-1-2, A-1-2But you don't stopThen let the short shotProduction: DJ LargeAnd Promoe on the mic(on the mic, on the mic)For all my people(all my people, graffiti writers!)Goes a little something like this:It was the last days of summerSun shinin' through the windowLife movin' real slowYou know how things goHis friends knew him by the name of BingoAs he turned up the volume on the hot new single(Turn it up son!)From Looptroop his favourite rapgroupHe loved how they represented him yoThe graffyouth from the grassrootsHe came from Sweden tooFelt proud when he playedhis new friends the latest tunesCheck this shit out manThat he had to downloadCause his local recordstoreWas on the other side of the globeThey didn't carry the stuffBut he felt it was okay to doHe spread the Troop's messageAll the way to Australia, dudeAnd man that couldn't be wrongWhen Long Arm and Freedom FightersWere his *****in' theme songsIn the headphones those nightsHe spent when he stayed upAdrenaline RushWhen he entered the lay up, singin...Bada papa papa...You know graffiti won't die, dieNo, it won't, ahaBecause these walls don't lie, lie (They don't lie)Come onI'm dedicatin' this piece, ahaHe said, to those DVSG'sAnd stepped in with a grin and a boosted KangolMimicking the kingWith the ruler's mannersFresh dressedIn his newest shoes and flannelsThen began lettin' onWith the loosest cannonsFigurin' this'll be my coolest panelBut when they see it all they seeIs just a gruesome scandalErasin' all signs of lifeCallin the youth some vandalsThey can't handle the truthSo this is how the truth is handledDeep into the music and his artMan, his true loveDidn't even notice when the train pulled upBefore the bloodstains fadedOn the engine coolerThe very same trainHit another writer: OlafOn a different continental: EuropeBut then they came to the same place,That I'm sure ofIn this world people alwaysLooked upon them as a terrorBut now 50 000 chariots singin' the chorus, going...Bada papa papa...(aha, aha)Graffiti writers won't die, die, no(I'm telling you)Because these walls don't lie, lie, no(They don't lie)Come onI'm dedicatin' this song, songTo those goneYour memory live on(live on)Bridge:I know a lot of peopleIncluding myself get uncomfortableWhen people including myselfGet emotionalBut I gotta be true to myselfAnd to most of y'allMan I still got loveFor graffiti culture thoughA lot of people including myselfGet uncomfortableWhen people including myselfGet emotionalBut I gotta be true to myselfAnd to most of y'allMan I still got loveFor graffiti culture thoughA lot changed fromThe days of Spraycan storiesSee me in the yard todayLost like a freakin' touristAnd I don't claim to know muchAll I really know isWe were 17 onceActin' like we were immortalsFearin' no evilPeople said we had no moralsThat's fine, their corrupt worldIt really wasn't for usWe just laughed at the bullshit namesThat they called usHated us, we hated themAnd both sides found out what a war isWe were winning in the beginningThen found out bout the horrorsDon't get me wrong my loverHundred percent, no lessPeace to my peopleWe grow with the knowledgeI bite on death same timeI'm playin' hardish to catchFrom South AfricaWriters from New YorkAustralia, Spain, FranceAnd Germany, up northStill the same rapper tellin'Cops to ***** offAnd all my writers:Survive! This my love song to y'allBada papa papa...You know graffiti won't die, die, noBecause these walls don't lie, lie, noTo all my people world wide, wide, yo'All my writers survive
