Sprintpaint And Ink Pens
Mike Shinoda
Lupe:
Uh
Spray paint 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)
Mike:
Yes
Ladies and gentlemen we have a special guest for you this evenin'
Ghost you ready?
Ghost:
Yo,
I verbally paint pictures
I'm the hoods best story teller
This about a young boy
Dealin 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 cloths, Nike's and Reebok's
Stackin' too much loot
To squeeze in a shoe box
Savin'
He promised moms 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 crossin' 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
Spittin' blood out of his mouth
He walked four blocks to die
Tryin' to survive
And now all that's left is his mom
Screamin' "God Why?"
Lupe:
Uh
Spray paint 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)
Mike:
Yeah, Yeah
Let me begin by saying
"Shut the fuck up!"
Let me 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 the 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 sittin' the palm of his hand
And sat down next to a picture that sat on the nightstand
It was his wife in the picture on his side
With the ring on the finger on the week that she died
As he looked in the reflection, at those eyes so red
He put the bullet in a gun
And put it right in his head
Like that
Lupe:
Uh
Spray paint 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)
Lupe:
Uh, yeah
Uh
Mike: Fiasco
You know he didn't have enough power in his thrusters
To muster warp 5
Plus if he pushed it the fuel cells could rupture
then they would die
Then the galaxy would suffer, but he knew he had to try
But he couldn't risk it, put the cure in the escape pod and kissed it
Told her goodbye
She started to cry
But he knew if he could distract em
He could buy her some time and she could make it out alive
Turn the suit around and got prepared for the stand off
Space mind have Lou running the hands off
Damaged laser cannons and he got the system jammed
And he faced the whole fleet
Blood seeping through his teeth
the final saga in the seven planet wars
unsheethed the sword and
Then he charged forward
His eyes flashed behind the cracked cock pit glass
He let out a laugh
And then all she heard was a blast like
Lupe:
Uh
Spray paint 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)
Mike:
Yeah,
Ladies and gentlemen, this has been a fort minor production
Ghostface!
Fiasco!
Lupe:
Uh
Spray paint and ink pens