Taggin` it Up

Yo Fine, did you get em?<br>(Yo, I just got back from the hardware store, yo<br>3 bucks a can<br>I got red, black and green<br>Ready to do this?)<br>Word is bond<br>(Yo, kick it)<br><br>[ VERSE 1: YZ ]<br>I want to see a rap generation throw both hands up in the air<br>Pump em up like you just don`t care<br>Run your fingers right through the hair<br>I mean your weave if you got a weave and if not<br>A thievin MC, he might just get shot<br>But not by the bullet from a gun<br>By the raze of the mental son<br>On your knees you`re pleading, not bleeding<br>Punk duties, take heed to proceeding<br>As I proceed to teach the youth <br>You proceed to teach your use-<br>less pickanniny nigga, here, gimme<br>The microphone, so I can enlighten your dome<br>I`m not your daddy, boy, the Son is home<br>The father`s here to support this<br>With the Eastside Division I taught this<br>I`m a prophet and you can`t stop the bumrush<br>Knowledge of self has finally dawned on us<br>As I speak self-esteem releases<br>Brothers and sisters become strong, this eases<br>My mind a bit, but there`s still more to get with<br>Place my art in your brain, make you sane again<br>But refrain from the negative, be sure<br>After all you have a lot to live for<br>Cause we built a nation, the center of the world is Africa<br>This is why they`re after ya<br>But don`t let racism rule your prism<br>Some brothers in prison are rough-livin and still givin <br>Their all to make sure no other brother`s fallin victim<br>The wall was empty<br>And this was in me to give to you<br>A wall to look up to<br>So I`m taggin it up<br><br>(Writing my name in graffiti on the wall)<br>(When I put up the wall of words)<br>YZ is taggin it up<br>(Writing my name in graffiti on the wall)<br>(Writings on the wall)<br><br>[ VERSE 2: YZ ]<br>Read the fineprint, now you got it, make sense<br>Uplift yourself, raise your level of confidence<br>I put up the wall, a wall you now own<br>Nurture it, take care of it, carry it home<br>Then decipher which way is right<br>And which way is too hype<br>A lie planted by the devil, a racist<br>Lied to your face, yet can they still face us?<br>Trustin us, then I bust caps of rap<br>They step back cause they don`t understand the plan<br>No rhythm and the devil can`t hide it<br>And though some cover it up I look inside em<br>But then I ride em, guide em to the pit<br>From which they came from and throw em in it<br>Then write on the wall how he tried to face me<br>Locked me in chains to disgrace my African name<br>But now I`m sane again and I don`t play<br>So raise your gun while you`re on the run<br>No son of mine, the Eastside Division will take time<br>To learn, only concern of a strong mind<br>Then they`ll proceed to speak, teach you all<br>They`ve been called to uphold the wall, so yes y`all<br>By my side the Father this time, your mind is mine<br>Now so I`m taggin it up<br><br>(Writing my name in graffiti on the wall)<br>(When I put up the wall of words)<br>Taggin it up<br>(Writing my name in graffiti on the wall)<br>(Writings on the wall)