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Spraypaint & Inkpens

Artist:Fort Minor  Album:We Major  Writer:COLES DENNIS D/JACO WASALU/SHINODA MIKE  Composer:COLES DENNIS D/JACO WASALU/SHINODA MIKE 

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Uh, spraypaint and ink pens, I use to write in every color I think in, To paint a picture, with every rhyme that I speak in. Yeah, the gallery is the beat then I... I... I... I... Yes, ladies and gentlemen, We have a special guest for you this evening, Ghost, you ready? Yo, I verbally paint pictures, I'm the hood's best storyteller, This about a young boy, dealing with the older fellas, Promised him the lives, you see on TV, He ran packs across town like rhyme CD's, And, big chains, new clothes, Nikes and Reeboks, Stacking too much loot to squeeze in a shoe box, Saving, he promised his mom a crib in Atlanta, And his pops got killed through debt, he was a dealer, So he staged jazz, fox jump off the suit cases, No more cross-town, now he's crossing them states and, Seeing new faces, not knowing who to trust, So when the door kicked open they scream "This is a bust" "Is it a set up?", it seems funny, a scuffle broke out, He got hit, dropped the cases spitting blood out of his mouth, He walked four blocks to die, trying to survive, And now all that's left is his mom screaming "God Why?" Uh, spraypaint and ink pens, I use to write in every color I think in, To paint a picture, with every rhyme that I speak in, Yeah, the gallery is the beat then I... I... I... I... Yeah, yeah, let me begin by saying "Shut the fuck up!" Let my begin by saying I don't think this man knew what he had in store, He opened the door and found the bag under the floor, Not a peep, always working a lot, get the flame, aim, pop, Open the box and take off out the back of the pawn shop, Scoping the lot, hoping the cops hadn't seen the plates on his car, He felt like he been hustling 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 parts, He did the drop, one ring in a bag, envelope, all the money he had, Left the money and the ring in a slow exhale, Two weeks went by, got a box in the mail, In the box was a bullet made of gold, Melted down from the ring, recast with two rings and a band, And he stared at it sitting in


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