Spraypaint and Ink Pens - Lupe Fiasco/Knightros.mp3

[00:06.315]Uh, spray paint and ink pens
[00:08.634]I use to write in every color I think in
[00:10.988]To paint a picture with every rhyme that I speak in
[00:13.874]Yeah, the gallery is the beat then I... I... I... I
[00:19.461]Yeah, ladies and gentlemen, we have a special guest for you this evening
[00:23.913]Ghost, you ready?
[00:24.712]Yo, I verbally paint pictures, I'm the hood's best storyteller
[00:28.228]This about a young boy dealin' with the older fellas
[00:30.668]Promised him the lives he seen on TV
[00:32.534]He ran packs across town like rhyme CDs
[00:34.964]And big chains, new clothes, Nikes and Reeboks
[00:37.708]Stackin' too much loot to squeeze in a shoe box
[00:40.095]Saving, he promised his Mom a crib in Atlanta
[00:42.384]And his pops got killed through debt, he was a dealer
[00:44.790]So he staged jazz, fox jump off the suit cases
[00:47.240]No more cross-town, now he's crossin' them states and
[00:49.840]Seeing new faces, not knowing who to trust
[00:52.115]So when the door kicked open they screamed, "This is a bust"
[00:54.316]"Is it a set up?" it seemed funny, a scuffle broke out
[00:56.898]He got hit, dropped the cases spittin' blood out of his mouth
[00:59.179]He walked four blocks to die, trying to survive
[01:01.586]And now all that's left is his mom screamin', "God why?"
[01:04.393]Uh, spray paint and ink pens
[01:06.549]I use to write in every color I think in
[01:09.118]To paint a picture with every rhyme that I speak in
[01:11.541]Yeah, the gallery is the beat then I... I... I... I
[01:20.178]Yeah, yeah
[01:23.598]Let me begin by sayin'...
[01:24.841]Shut the **** up!
[01:25.851]Let my begin by sayin' I don't think this man knew what he had in store
[01:29.774]He opened the door and found the bag under the floor
[01:31.833]Not a peep while he's workin' the lock
[01:33.792]Get the flame, aim, pop open the box and take off
[01:36.788]Out the back of the pawn shop
[01:38.336]Scoping the lot, hoping the cops hadn't seen the plates on his car
[01:42.333]He felt like he been hustling so hard
[01:44.578]Like a demon he pumped a cold heart
[01:47.010]Play it cool like Humphrey Bogart
[01:48.914]Put the rings on his chain attached by both parts
[01:51.593]He did the drop, one ring in a bag
[01:53.723]Envelope, all the money he had
[01:55.720]Left the money and the ring in a slow exhale
[01:58.253]Two weeks went by, got a box in the mail
[02:00.430]In the box was a bullet made of gold
[02:02.593]Melted down from the ring, recast with two rings and a band
[02:05.890]And he stared at it, sitting in the palm of his hand
[02:08.276]And sat down next to a picture that sat on the nightstand
[02:10.868]It was his wife in the picture on his side
[02:13.326]With the ring on the finger on the week that she died
[02:15.534]As he looked in the reflection at those eyes so red
[02:17.984]He put the bullet in a gun and put it right in his head
[02:20.403]Like that
[02:21.106]Uh, spray paint and ink pens
[02:23.056]I use to write in every color I think in
[02:25.484]To paint a picture with every rhyme that I speak in
[02:27.888]Yeah, the gallery is the beat then I... I... I... I
[02:34.166]Yeah
[02:35.136]Yeh
[02:39.467]Fiasco!
[02:40.361]He knew that he didn't have enough power in his thrusters
[02:42.548]To muster warp 5
[02:43.728]Plus if he pushed it the fuel cells could rupture
[02:46.133]Then they would die
[02:47.283]Then the galaxy would suffer but he knew he had to try
[02:49.497]But he couldn't risk it
[02:50.932]Put the cure in the escape pod and kissed it
[02:53.241]And told her goodbye
[02:54.282]She started to cry
[02:55.458]But he knew if he could distract 'em, he could buy her some time
[02:58.094]And she could make it out alive
[02:59.401]Turn the suit around and got prepared for the stand off
[03:02.214]Space mine had blew one of the hands off
[03:04.242]Damaged laser cannons and he got the system jammed
[03:06.400]And he faced the whole fleet, blood seeping through his teeth
[03:09.010]The final saga in the Seven Planet Wars
[03:11.508]Unsheethed the sword and then he charged forward
[03:13.975]His eyes flashed behind the cracked cockpit glass
[03:16.602]He let out a laugh and then all she heard was a blast like...
[03:19.100]Uh, spray paint and ink pens
[03:21.381]I use to write in every color I think in
[03:23.762]To paint a picture with every rhyme that I speak in
[03:26.050]Yeah, the gallery is the beat then I... I... I... I
[03:30.373]Yeah. Ladies and gentlemen, this has been a Fort Minor production
[03:36.705]Ghostface! Fiasco!
[03:38.706]Uh, spraypaint and ink pens