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Editor’s note: Before MAXINE came to us at DP Dot Com she lived the life of a rebel outlaw in Pittsburgh. Okay, she wasn’t an outlaw, but a post-grad college student. Walk with her though as she recalls a night on the tough streets of Steel City.

Writers!

We regulate any tagging of this property
And we’re damn good too
But you can’t be any Toy off the street,
Gotta be handy with the spray know what I mean?
Earn your keep

*Regulator Cru… Mount Up!*

It was a clear black night, a clear white moon
Maxine was on the streets trying to consume
some cans for the eve so I could get some ups,
cruising in my Nike’s chillin all alone.

Just hit the Eastside of the KCC*
On a mission trying to find J-A-C-E*
Seen a car full of Toys ain’t no need to tweak,
All them cats know what’s up with Jace and me

So we hooks a left on Dallas and Penn
We saw a backjump so I said, “I’m in”
Jace opened up her bag, and popped one off
We saw the blue lights and I said, “We’re fucked”

Since these girls ain’t scared we stood our ground
5-0- didn’t even notice and they turned around
Could you think of better luck? Not the end of the night
We said at the same time – “This must be right.”

I’m in the zone, I’m scaring myself
We bombed that wall ’til there was no space left
To finish it off we threw up our set
I looked at Jace and said, “Yo, what’s next?”

Me and my homie laced up and went Underground
The rain in the tunnel was the only sound
We walked down three stairs and got to a door
The password for entry was “Pettifore”

They got Patron on ice, the blunts all rolled
I took a hit of both so I wouldn’t seem cold
As time went by it was getting late
Four shots of Patron had me in another state

Bass pumping at 30, DJ on the mic
The Cru buying shots so everybody’s right
The Glamorous life, One More Chance
Hip Hop in the building, everybody in a trance

We had our hands in the air it was quarter to five
At that point we saw the Sun was about to rise
I grabbed my bag as we made our way out
For the ride home we sipped on some Guinness Stout

I got to the crib, and my eyes was red
A definite sign I needed to go straight to bed
If you roll like I roll, you a live graff artist
This is a Warren G sample funked out with a Maxine twist

If you tag like we tag then you up like everyday
If the Rusto’s in your backpack 412 will regulate…
(let the beat knock)

I’m scribing into a whole new era
Max, step to this, I dare ya
Words, on a whole new stage
The noun is the verb and the verb turns the page…

* instrumentals provided by Cocaine Blunts

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