| Song | The Cycle Repeats |
| Artist | Kero One |
| Album | Check the Blueprints |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Kero One | |
| (Chorus) | |
| It goes 1 for free cans and 2 for mean streaks | |
| 3 for fat markers that we use to bomb streets | |
| 4 for cops makin' your heart beat thump | |
| Often the rush is enough to motivate us to bust | |
| (Verse 1) | |
| But I?ll, avoid the buff by all means necessary | |
| Bombin' strategically to have one less adversary | |
| And cops work the beat so my feet move with rhythm | |
| On the ankle express to manifest youth and rebellion | |
| Riskin' freedom to animate cities we live in | |
| Using weapons from neckup and ambition like ammunition | |
| Pushin' the envelope of graff higher for writers | |
| As kings develop styles and inspire the birth of biters | |
| Toys sketch on papyrus, then graduate to streets | |
| Spawning new admirers and the cycle repeats and it goes... | |
| (Chorus) | |
| 1 for free cans, 2 for the crew, 3 toy writers keeping our confidence fueled | |
| 4 for cops makin your heart beat thump | |
| Often that rush is enough to motivate us to bust | |
| (Verse 2) | |
| Now if paintings are rich in content am I defacing walls? | |
| Or breakin the law if recognitions my accomplice? | |
| I ponder while stompin' through concrete museums | |
| Painting property consciously cause gangs are on surveillance | |
| Indecent exposure is graffiti what it seems to be? | |
| When bringing color to poverty stricken sceneries | |
| Still a starving artist, cause I?d rather buy paint | |
| When passion is massive peripheral become faint | |
| My eyes on the prize until I'm tried by police | |
| But as soon as I?m released you know the cycle repeats and it goes.. |
| zuo qu : Kero One | |
| Chorus | |
| It goes 1 for free cans and 2 for mean streaks | |
| 3 for fat markers that we use to bomb streets | |
| 4 for cops makin' your heart beat thump | |
| Often the rush is enough to motivate us to bust | |
| Verse 1 | |
| But I? ll, avoid the buff by all means necessary | |
| Bombin' strategically to have one less adversary | |
| And cops work the beat so my feet move with rhythm | |
| On the ankle express to manifest youth and rebellion | |
| Riskin' freedom to animate cities we live in | |
| Using weapons from neckup and ambition like ammunition | |
| Pushin' the envelope of graff higher for writers | |
| As kings develop styles and inspire the birth of biters | |
| Toys sketch on papyrus, then graduate to streets | |
| Spawning new admirers and the cycle repeats and it goes... | |
| Chorus | |
| 1 for free cans, 2 for the crew, 3 toy writers keeping our confidence fueled | |
| 4 for cops makin your heart beat thump | |
| Often that rush is enough to motivate us to bust | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Now if paintings are rich in content am I defacing walls? | |
| Or breakin the law if recognitions my accomplice? | |
| I ponder while stompin' through concrete museums | |
| Painting property consciously cause gangs are on surveillance | |
| Indecent exposure is graffiti what it seems to be? | |
| When bringing color to poverty stricken sceneries | |
| Still a starving artist, cause I? d rather buy paint | |
| When passion is massive peripheral become faint | |
| My eyes on the prize until I' m tried by police | |
| But as soon as I? m released you know the cycle repeats and it goes.. |
| zuò qǔ : Kero One | |
| Chorus | |
| It goes 1 for free cans and 2 for mean streaks | |
| 3 for fat markers that we use to bomb streets | |
| 4 for cops makin' your heart beat thump | |
| Often the rush is enough to motivate us to bust | |
| Verse 1 | |
| But I? ll, avoid the buff by all means necessary | |
| Bombin' strategically to have one less adversary | |
| And cops work the beat so my feet move with rhythm | |
| On the ankle express to manifest youth and rebellion | |
| Riskin' freedom to animate cities we live in | |
| Using weapons from neckup and ambition like ammunition | |
| Pushin' the envelope of graff higher for writers | |
| As kings develop styles and inspire the birth of biters | |
| Toys sketch on papyrus, then graduate to streets | |
| Spawning new admirers and the cycle repeats and it goes... | |
| Chorus | |
| 1 for free cans, 2 for the crew, 3 toy writers keeping our confidence fueled | |
| 4 for cops makin your heart beat thump | |
| Often that rush is enough to motivate us to bust | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Now if paintings are rich in content am I defacing walls? | |
| Or breakin the law if recognitions my accomplice? | |
| I ponder while stompin' through concrete museums | |
| Painting property consciously cause gangs are on surveillance | |
| Indecent exposure is graffiti what it seems to be? | |
| When bringing color to poverty stricken sceneries | |
| Still a starving artist, cause I? d rather buy paint | |
| When passion is massive peripheral become faint | |
| My eyes on the prize until I' m tried by police | |
| But as soon as I? m released you know the cycle repeats and it goes.. |