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Uh, and ink pens I use to in every color I think in To paint a with every rhyme that I speak in Yeah, the gallery is the beat I... I... I... I...
Yes, ladies and We have a guest for you this evening Ghost, you
Yo, I verbally paint pictures, I'm the hood's storyteller This about a young boy with the older fellas Promised him the you see on TV He ran packs across like rhyme CD's And big chains, new clothes, and Reeboks Stacking too much to squeeze in a shoe box Saving, he promised his mom a crib in And his got killed through debt, he was a dealer So he staged jazz, fox off the suit cases No more cross-town, now he's crossing states and Seeing new faces, not knowing who to So the door kicked open they scream "This is a bust" "Is it a set up?", it seems funny, a scuffle out He got hit, dropped the cases blood out of his mouth He walked blocks to die trying to survive And now all left is his mom screaming "God Why?"
Uh, spraypaint and ink I use to in every color I think in To paint a picture every rhyme that I speak in Yeah, the gallery is the then I... I... I... I...
Yeah, yeah, let me begin by saying "Shut the up!" Let my begin by I don't think this man knew what he had in store He opened the and found the bag under the floor Not a peep, always a lot, get the flame, aim, pop the box and take off out the back of the pawn shop Scoping the lot, hoping the hadn't seen the plates on his car He felt like he hustling so hard like a demon he pumped a cold heart Play it cool Humphrey Bogart, put the rings on his chain attached by both parts He did the drop, one in a bag, envelope, all the money he had Left the and the ring in a slow exhale Two went by, got a box in the mail In the box was a bullet made of Melted down from the ring, recast with two rings and a And he stared at it sitting in the palm of his And sat down next to a picture sat on the nightstand It was his wife in the picture on his With the ring on the finger on the week that she As he in the reflection, at those eyes so red He put the in a gun and put it right in his head like that
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Fiasco!
You know he didn't enough power in his thrusters to muster Warp 5 if he pushed it, the fuel cells could rupture then they would die Then the galaxy would suffer but he he had to try But he couldn't risk it, put the cure in the pod and kissed it And told her goodbye, she started to cry, but he if he could distract 'em He could buy her some and she could make it out alive Turn the around and got prepared for the stand off Space mind had blew one of the off Damaged laser and he got the system jammed And he the whole fleet, blood seeping through his teeth The final saga in the planet wars the sword and then he charged forward His eyes flashed behind the cracked cockpit He let out a laugh and then all she was a blast like
Uh, and ink pens I use to write in every color I in To paint a with every rhyme that I speak in Yeah, the gallery is the then I... I... I... I...
Yeah, ladies and This has a Fort Minor production Ghostface! Fiasco!
Uh, spraypaint and ink
It's an expression coming out of a can of paint Look, it's the easiest way for the average kid to paint things himself as the meaning of it You gonna get into the gallery soon, man I'm not gonna be famous one day Why do you say that? Cause it's