The Manhattan Project Songtext
von Typical Cats

′Til the world looks the way it should
I'm on a mission to make Heaven look like my neighborhood
I won′t stop painting 'til the world looks the way it should
I'm on a mission to make Heaven look like my neighborhood

Fuck creep in the yard, storm the gates a hundred deep

Who knew these cans of True Blue was heat and thunder speech?
Old Chicago, role models was avocados and olives

Throw-ups without hangovers, names older than God′s is
Where bombing′s not a hobby, it's a habit
We′re addicts, rappers bragging 'bout tags
And don′t know dick about this graff shit

Attack the Metro track with fat caps for fading
Gray greens, can't wait to see Page versus Daly
It′s on like lucky hoodies, what could he teach me?
While you were sleeping, I'm teaching his kids through graffiti
I have to argue, been rhyming, this shit ain't hard to do
But technical advertisements on Jarvis and Harbor Blue


Outlined in summer squash, dumb rock my dark attire
Mind′s wrecked from running from cops, hopping barbed wire
While you dream of being me between clean sheets
Play the role, personality splitting like mean streaks
No room for bling-blinging thugs and wack crooks
I′m trying to king the line, bring your drugs, gear, and black books
I'm in your face, in the tunnels and at the brew spots
I′m on your train, insane to hit paddy wagons and rooftops
You heard of me, burgundy and outlines like murder scenes
German eats and ferns and flat whites for blurring greens

Fuck over your heads, yo, I'm climbing pylons

Tobacco brown Montanas, banana Krylons

Hit the red line, headlines fucked up, buff, yo
For those who must know, it′s Ben Fresh Blue like Rusto

With mics to spray cans
Stay true to the art
It's simple and plain, let me explain
This is a mission, not a small-time thing
With mics to spray cans
Stay true to the art
This is a mission, not a small-time thing

I remember graff before more beef than Hindu sacrilege
"Hey, you write?" Fuck you, rack your fat caps from lids
Bragging on tracks how you snap way in the day

Masturbate to lies, I′m too busy shaking paint rain

Sleet or snow out to rock when missions call
Laugh at graffiti blasters, piss on permission walls


Wrong side of the graff track with acid
3D glasses blast this shit backwards in graffiti blaster classes
After smashings, vandal squads asking what happened
I'm done rapping, colder than Aspen to get your tags flipped

Beef without slabs of meat, sagging your jeans
Graff fiends scream for grip dipsticks, even your tag is weak
This is for you who choose to rock lines
And toys where red pilots rocking stop signs, stop lying
Find your niche, mine's a bitch to kick, bad habit
Language visualized, content fat
Mad graphic past the flat black as this cat snaps
And laughs at fashion-fad writers with a filling

Quell villain feels like writing, keep killing

Resurrecting Heaven′s buildings and building Heaven′s children

With mics to spray cans
Stay true to the art
It's simple and plain, let me explain
This is a mission, not a small-time thing
With mics to spray cans
Stay true to the art
This is a mission, not a small-time thing

You ain′t seen a freight train, straight aim with paint stains

Or parked trucks framed in stardust brushed with famed flames
Three cans of soul green sand and gold to spray trucks
Names dribble down the yard, we hit the layups
Dispelling devils from high levels like it's a done job
Couldn′t mimic Mister Straight Lines on an Etch A Sketch with one knob

Shy ills killing villains with villain illest noise rocks
Toys scratch bomb the way out of this pine toy box
Tag your backpack straps, it's past your bedtime

Heads find dead or alive, this time to hit the red lines
The autographs slaughter craft artists laugh at man′s design

The laughs on society sign like pantomimes
Buff the blackboard, attack it with True Blue
No matter how you see it, you lose like flipping Zulu
I used to paint my name on trains to get my thrill on
Much love for fuck I once was, motherfuckers, we still bomb

I won't stop painting 'til the world looks the way it should
I′m on a mission to make Heaven look like my neighborhood
I won′t stop painting 'til the world looks the way it should
I′m on a mission to make Heaven look like your neighborhood