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Uh, spraypaint and ink I use to write in every color I in To paint a picture with every rhyme that I in Yeah, the gallery is the then I... I... I... I...
Yes, and gentlemen We a special guest for you this evening Ghost, you
Yo, I verbally paint pictures, I'm the best storyteller This about a young boy with the older fellas Promised him the you see on TV He ran packs across town like rhyme 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 pops got through debt, he was a dealer So he jazz, fox jump off the suit cases No cross-town, now he's crossing them states and Seeing new faces, not knowing who to So when the door kicked open they "This is a bust" "Is it a set up?", it seems funny, a broke out He got hit, dropped the cases blood out of his mouth He four blocks to die trying to survive And now all left is his mom screaming "God Why?"
Uh, and ink pens I use to in every color I think in To paint a picture with rhyme that I speak in Yeah, the gallery is the beat I... I... I... I...
Yeah, yeah, let me by saying "Shut the fuck up!" Let my begin by saying I think this man knew what he had in store He the door and found the bag under the floor Not a peep, working 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 he been hustling so hard like a demon he pumped a cold heart Play it like 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 money and the ring in a slow Two weeks by, got a box in the mail In the box was a made of gold Melted down from the ring, recast with two and a band And he stared at it sitting in the of his hand And sat next to a picture that sat on the nightstand It was his wife in the picture on his With the ring on the finger on the week she died 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
Uh, spraypaint and ink I use to write in every color I in To paint a with every rhyme that I speak in Yeah, the is the beat then I... I... I... I... Uh, yeah, uh
Fiasco!
You know he have enough power in his thrusters to muster Warp 5 Plus if he pushed it, the fuel cells could then they would die Then the galaxy would but he knew he had to try But he couldn't it, put the cure in the escape pod and kissed it And told her goodbye, she to cry, but he knew if he could distract 'em He could buy her some time and she could it out alive Turn the suit around and got prepared for the off Space mind had one of the hands off laser cannons and he got the system jammed And he the whole fleet, blood seeping through his teeth The final saga in the seven planet Unsheethed the and then he charged forward His eyes flashed behind the cracked glass He let out a laugh and then all she heard was a like
Uh, and ink pens I use to write in every I think in To paint a picture with every rhyme that I in Yeah, the is the beat then I... I... I... I...
Yeah, ladies and This has been a Minor production Ghostface! Fiasco!
Uh, spraypaint and ink
an expression coming out of a simple can of paint Look, it's the easiest way for the average kid to paint using 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 always say Cause true