Spraypaint & Ink Pens - Lupe Fiasco/Ghostface.mp3

[00:05.58]Uh spray paint and ink pens
[00:07.44]I use to write in every color I think in
[00:09.78]To paint a picture with every rhyme that I speak in
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[00:12.67]Yeah the gallery is the beat then I I
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[00:18.92]Yes ladies and gentlemen
[00:20.79]We have a special guest for you this evening
[00:22.60]Ghost you ready
[00:23.57]Yo I verbally paint pictures I’m the hood’s best storyteller
[00:26.66]This about a young boy dealin’ with the older fellas
[00:29.34]Promised him the lives he seen on TV
[00:31.42]He ran packs across town like rhyme CD’s
[00:33.99]And big chains new clothes Nikes and Reeboks
[00:36.70]Stackin’ too much loot to squeeze in a shoe box
[00:39.13]Savin’ he promised his Mom a crib in Atlanta
[00:41.43]And his pops got killed through debt he was a dealer
[00:43.40]So he staged jazz fox jump off the suit cases
[00:46.05]No more cross town now he’s crossin’ them states and
[00:48.34]Seeing new faces not knowing who to trust
[00:50.64]So when the door kicked open they scream this is a bust
[00:53.27]Is it a set up it seems funny a scuffle broke out
[00:55.86]He got hit dropped the cases spittin’ blood out of his mouth
[00:58.18]He walked four blocks to die trying to survive
[01:00.41]And now all that’s left is his mom screamin’ God why
[01:03.19]Uh spray paint and ink pens
[01:05.58]I use to write in every color I think in
[01:07.90]To paint a picture with every rhyme that I speak in
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[01:10.87]Yeah the gallery is the beat then I I I I
[01:20.19]Yeah yeah let me begin by sayin’ shut the f**k up
[01:26.07]Let my begin by saying I don’t think this man knew
[01:28.57]What he had in store
[01:29.83]He opened the door and found the bag under the floor
[01:31.71]Not a peep while he’s workin’ the lock get the flame aim pop
[01:35.62]Open the box and take off out the back of the pawn shop
[01:38.23]Scoping the lot hoping the cops hadn’t seen the plates on his car
[01:41.92]He felt like he been hustling
[01:43.47]So hard like a demon he pumped a cold heart
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[01:47.31]Play it cool like Humphrey Bogart
[01:49.38]Put the rings on his chain attached by both parts
[01:51.81]He did the drop one ring in a bag envelope all the money he had
[01:55.88]Left the money and the ring in a slow exhale
[01:57.97]Two weeks went by got a box in the mail
[02:00.55]In the box was a bullet made of gold
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[02:03.15]Melted down from the ring recast with two rings and a band
[02:05.83]And he stared at it sitting in the palm of his hand
[02:08.36]And sat down next to a picture that sat on the nightstand
[02:11.15]It was his wife in the picture on his side
[02:13.50]With the ring on the finger on the week that she died
[02:15.56]As he looked in the reflection at those eyes so red
[02:18.02]He put the bullet in a gun and put it right in his head
[02:20.33]Like that
[02:21.02]Uh spray paint and ink pens
[02:23.28]I use to write in every color I think in
[02:25.47]To paint a picture with every rhyme that I speak in
[02:28.18]Yeah the gallery is the beat then I I I I
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[02:40.33]He didn’t have enough power in his thrusters to muster Warp five
[02:43.82]Plus if he pushed it
[02:44.89]The fuel cells could rupture then they would die
[02:46.97]Then the galaxy would suffer but he knew he had to try
[02:49.65]But he couldn’t risk it put the cure in the escape pod and kissed it
[02:53.40]And told her goodbye she started to cry but he knew
[02:56.09]If he could distract ’em
[02:56.91]He could buy her some time and she could make it out alive
[02:59.73]Turn the suit around and got prepared for the stand off
[03:02.00]Space mine had blew one of the hands off
[03:04.56]Damaged laser cannons and he got the system jammed
[03:06.34]And he faced the whole fleet blood seeping through his teeth
[03:09.26]The final saga in the seven planet wars
[03:11.49]Unsheethed the sword and then he charged forward
[03:14.16]His eyes flashed behind the cracked cockpit glass
[03:16.65]He let out a laugh and then all she heard was a blast like
[03:19.55]Uh spray paint and ink pens
[03:21.33]I use to write in every color I think in
[03:23.68]To paint a picture with every rhyme that I speak in
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[03:26.65]Yeah the gallery is the beat then I I I I
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[03:36.96]Ghostface Fiasco
[03:38.28]Uh spraypaint and ink pens
[03:40.58]It’s an expression coming out of a simple can of paint