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Uh, spraypaint and ink I use to in every color I think in To paint a picture with rhyme that I speak in Yeah, the is the beat then I... I... I... I...
Yes, ladies and We have a special guest for you evening Ghost, you
Yo, I verbally paint pictures, I'm the best storyteller This about a young boy dealing with the older 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 loot to in a shoe box Saving, he his mom a crib in Atlanta And his pops got 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 when the door kicked open they "This is a bust" "Is it a set up?", it seems funny, a scuffle out He got hit, dropped the cases spitting blood out of his He four blocks to die trying to survive And now all that's is his mom screaming "God Why?"
Uh, and ink pens I use to write in every I think in To a picture with every rhyme that I speak in Yeah, the is the beat then 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 opened the 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 cops seen the plates on his car He felt like he been so hard like a demon he pumped a cold heart Play it cool like Humphrey Bogart, put the rings on his chain attached by both He did the drop, one in a bag, envelope, all the money he had Left the money and the ring in a slow Two went by, got a box in the mail In the box was a bullet of gold 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 that sat on the nightstand It was his wife in the on his side With the ring on the finger on the that she died As he looked in the reflection, at those so red He put the bullet in a gun and put it right in his 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 didn't have power in his thrusters to muster Warp 5 Plus if he pushed it, the cells could rupture then they would die the galaxy would suffer but he knew 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 buy her some time and she could make it out alive Turn the suit and got prepared for the stand off mind had blew one of the hands off Damaged laser and he got the system jammed And he faced the whole fleet, blood seeping his teeth The final saga in the seven planet Unsheethed the sword and then he charged His eyes flashed behind the cockpit glass He let out a and then all she heard was a blast like
Uh, and ink pens I use to in every color I think in To a picture with every rhyme that I speak in Yeah, the gallery is the then I... I... I... I...
Yeah, ladies and This has been a Minor production Ghostface! Fiasco!
Uh, and ink pens
an expression coming out of a simple can of paint Look, it's the way for the average kid to paint things using himself as the meaning of it You gonna get the gallery there soon, man I'm not gonna be famous one day Why do you say that? it's true