___The Creed of A Graffiti Writer We strike at night the streets of New York is our canvas We hide in the shadows when the pig patrol strolls by the moon gives us our only source of light We are The Addicts of Aerosol The Krylon Can Clan The Rusto Patrol We are the German tip spraying backpack wearing black book carrying magnum pilot tagging the wack toy buffers We are The Brigade of Bombers mounting on our midnight mission of colorized madness the color blending spray paint and mind melding maniacs We are the ghetto Picassos the modern day Matisses the artistic Shakespeares that tear white walls in half We are The Street Canvas Killers with one quick splat of an ultra flat black with silver outlines and yellow highlights perfected during 3 a.m. night skylines We are the crews that redecorate building walls with wildstyles burning people's imagination with motions of the can the walls wailed words of life through sight of krylon colors on the streets of New York We bomb city blocks rocking throw-ups on top of window sills while standing on top of garbage cans We are the ones who set Bronx-Brooklyn expeditions in traditions of nomads We go where no man's can has sprayed on walls before We are the underground tunnel turnstile hoppers that bomb posters with one light being our guide Our names are found on high rises and highways bridges and building roofs We are The Bandits of Burners our plans are waterproof shockproof and foolproof We are The Tye Dye Tone Tint Marauders that write Graffiti Manifestos on black walls with a silver Uni, SG-7 and white pentel markers We mark the many lands and train stations Our tags rag black books and cardboard Scratched on windows and train doors stickers slapped over any motherfucker you had beef with only in self-defense We are The Graffiti Gurus that spray silver spots on blackness that become stars on the walls of galaxies We gaze at our glossy words and lose ourselves in arrows and 3-D shadows We are The 12oz Prophets that write prophecies with our hieroglyphics that help humans understand us It is simply the love of seeing our name on the wall It is the symbolic value of feeling important in a world we are lost in It is the outlet that introduces art into our way of thinking We wear baggy jeans hat to the back and army fatigues when we venture on our trip of blending bombing wonderland The street is our canvas when art brushes and stencils dont matter only liquitechs and spraypaint the toxic aroma that entered our bloodstream on nights when we froze our fingertips writing upside down with the can when finishing a powerhouse Feel the wrath of Graff when society calls us vandals and delinquents Thats why your child wants to be just like us we bomb your door to tell you our name Its a shame you erased our high rise artistic motion trains: the Far Rockaway - Lefferts A the outside D, B, and Q in Brooklyn the Coney Island F the Canarsie - Broadway Junction L the J, M, and the Z over the Williamsburg Bridge the N and the R in Astoriz, Queens the 1 and the 9 in Washington Heights the 2 and the 5 in the Bronx the New Lots 3 the Jerome 4 the Westchester 6 and the Flushing purple 7 train Now we reign on your law the Ink Scribe scribbles on your forehead then pronounces you hip hoply dead the 4th son of Hip Hop overshadowed by technic table microphones and Puma gray suede complexion tone There is no Hip Hop without Graffiti only Rap so we wrap our hands around cans becoming one our motions are studied by plagiarist anthropologists making money off our art the spirits on clean canvas can be hazardous to minds when eyes cant understand the buck wildstyle alphabet sunrises call for travels homeward bound We are the ones that make the clickclakclikclakclikclakclikclak sound with the can on new land when a tag could get our asses shot We are the artistic poets that perform magic with spraypaint and just call ourselves writers Graffiti Writers. -- Bonafide Rojas I live by that yo
I only got about 8 lines into that...but those 8 lines will forever control what I think of you. your mentally challenged. its ohkay
dont hit houses obviously and cars and dont go over shit you cant burn.everything else is fair game. whoever said schools and cop cars is a dumbas thats asking to get caught... but you should totally do it anyways.
lol, dont those "trashers" know that flourescent light tubes contain MASSIVE amounts of Mercury? Sorry...gotta nerd out there for a minute
I suppose it could be on someones property or some bullsh*zza like that, but seriously dude.......Its ABANDONED
ya wtf this is the kinda shit that gives us a bad name.....fuck ppl that do this...and the while etching into windows i dont like that shit either...i like graff cause of color and style....fuck you if you wanna destroy shit....i wanna get up
i like the ocasional throws by the streets and highways but when its like ten hands over one throw and it looks like shit thats when someone needs to clean that shit up(by that i mean someone do a nice bomb over it)its an eye soar for the public so they get pissed dont hit houses,schools,cemetaries, and churches and i agree that "trashing" is pretty gay
Edit- Espo's Rules of Graffiti. You suck until further notice It's gonna take a long time before we even acknowledge your existence, even longer before we can bear to look at that foul scribble you call your name. To speed the process of acceptance, you can A) Choose a clever name that defies the norm of simple-minded slang. An example of a good name is "ARGUE" (RIP). It looks good when written, sounds cool when spoken, and conveys a combattive attitude. On the other hand, "ENEMA" (actual name) looks, sounds, and conveys a shitty attitude. BE CHOOSY. B ) Use paint, gain a thorough knowledge of supplies, remember that permission walls, stickers, and dust tags are small parts of a balanced diet, be bold, learn a style of writing for every occassion,and write your name bigger every time you go out. Jealousy is a disease for the weak Your heart is your greatest possession, dont let it get taken from you. Dont write on houses of worship, people's houses in general, other writer's names, and tombstones. Writing on memorial walls and cars is beef beyond belief. Furthermore, involving civilians in your beef is grounds for dismissal. These are are the five fingers of your right hand. Get to know them well. Give soul claps, firm handshakes, and throw smooth bolo punches. Although being a toy seems undesirable, you should enjoy it while you can. At this stage you can bite all you want with no remorse. All your elders will say is, " Awww isn't that cute, kootchie kootchie koo." So steal that dope connection, rob that color scheme. and loot whole letterforms. Dont worry about giving any credit, we'll pat ourselves on the back and brag how we're influencing the next generation. However, style isnt a crutch or a schtick. It is understanding why that connection you bit flows, or why that color scheme bumps. Style is the process to an appealing end. Once you got it down to a science, you can reinvent letterforms to suit yourself. This creative growth will amaze the old and young alike. Pretty soon somebody will steal your secret sauce and the cycle will be renewed. If this happens to you, don't bitch about not getting your due. Graffiti is the language of the ignored. If your style is stolen, someone heard you speaking. You got what you wanted from the beginning, some attention, you big baby. It must be noted that the vandal squad loves graffiti. Their job requires them to fiend for graff as much as you do. When you wreck enough walls, they'll want to meet you. Just like the ball huggers outside the graff shop, they'll recite every spot you hit, with the difference being you'll also hear the Miranda Warning. To postpone this, go solo as much as possible. Dont write with anyone that wont fight for you. Don't be paranoid, but be careful. If you avoid writing on pristine properties, you'll stay in misdemeanor territory, and you wont divert the cops' attention from pastry and caffiene consumption (consult local laws to be sure). Remember, if they didn't see you do it, it's almost impossible for them to win a conviction without your own damming testimony. Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP! Giving a cop info on another writer will doom you to a life of ridicule, from cops and kids alike, with no parole. There's nothing wrong with knowing your the shit as long as you are. But once you reach that conclusion, your one foot over the edge of falling off. Watch your step fathead, there's no shortage of people chanting, "JUMP JUMP JUMP!" There are plenty of writers that have been painting well for the better part of 20 years, and your posing and fronting looks retarded next to them. Get back to work, you "never was" slouch. In conclusion, graffiti is free, impresses the girls, is heroic in our couch potato culture, will provide you with a million stories to tell at parties, and a sure cure for the inner-city blues. If it's not fun, you're doing it wrong or have been doing it too long. So get going, fame awaits the fly among you.
ya on that.....if someones better then you and they try to give you fuckin advice....TAKE it. he's trying to help....this is to temp cause i know your on this site....dont start shit with someone whos been writing for years cause they try to help you out....your being an idiot...