Letterhead Remix

[Verse 1: Sapient]

I've been obsessed with words ever since I was a little buck

Then I grew bigger and figured drawing pads weren't big enough

I wanted to use a wall, but in school was taught not to

And that graffiti was the root of all evil

It's just letters and making them unnatural shapes

So clean caps, surgical masks is actually sayin' activate

To coat our empire

Liftin' mad cans of paint from Fred Meyer's

Empty 'em out under bridges and walls of alleyways

Giving the graff task force a sour taste

The same flavor that makes haters salivate

I was more gully as a minor, caught a felony, so nowadays

I don't struggle to prove nothing to you

I get a head full of letters, I'm cutting 'em loose

Up in the booth, cousin, it ain't a gift, it's a habit

Whether good or bad, I won't regret it when I'm looking back

[Hook: Sapient]

‘Cause I'm a letterhead

I'm a letterhead

So don't sweat the technique

When I represent me; get 'em!

[Verse 2: Illmaculate]

Lunch time, I was tryin' to bring that realness back

Fuck the lunch line, 'cause I ain't have no skrill or scratch

I was on the way to Fred Meyer's just to fill my bags

Steppin' in the home improvement section with my sticky hands

That's why I got these baggy pants: to conceal the stash

But undercover security can't conceal his badge

I know every single camera that this building has

And I racked so many cans that I'm almost feelin' bad

That's exactly what a bad look ain't

‘Cause it's quite good, like the Backwood taste

And I never stole a Snickers, but I have took paint

So, hello, my name is pickers in the blackbook, thanks!

Shit, I'd be admired if I was tryin' harder

But I'm a riot starter, beef igniter

Just a street writer, but I hope to die a martyr

Freedom fighter, with a stolen Pilot marker

[Hook: Illmaculate]

Why you got all that spray paint on your finger tips?

‘Cause I'm a letterhead

I'm a letterhead

So don't sweat the technique

While I represent me

[Verse 3: Macklemore]

I was just a kid in Seattle, doin' kickflips in a flannel

With some fat caps, I racked off midget enamels

In Cali, they rhyme "Shelltoes" with "Melrose"

My posse was on Broadway, scribin' on the metros

Gettin' pound by the bus driver — "Hell nah!"

I was a letterhead, my life was graffiti

Letters I lived, I put pride in that mean street

Adventures to your ribs, I'm not goin' to the precinct

You can buff me, you can cuff me, you can't stop me

I'm young, cocky, gettin' up with my sharpie

Michelangelo with the concrete

That little ball in the paint can

Was the metronome to my heartbeat

I put my freedom on the line for the letters on the walls

Shubu, patriot, flat black up in my palm

Cherry red in my blood, I bleed the ink through my arms

It's like America: bombin' buildings and not gettin' caught

[Hook: Macklemore]

Nope, I'm not gettin' caught

‘Cause I'm a letterhead

Yes, I am, I've been tellin' you that

Don't sweat the technique

While I'm killin' these beats