| Song | Spraypaint & Ink Pens |
| Artist | Lupe Fiasco |
| Artist | Ghostface |
| Artist | DJ Green Lantern |
| Artist | Fort Minor |
| Album | We Major |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [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 |
| [00:12.09] | |
| [00:12.67] | Yeah the gallery is the beat then I I |
| [00:17.20] | |
| [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 |
| [01:10.34] | |
| [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 |
| [01:46.53] | |
| [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 |
| [02:02.53] | |
| [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 |
| [02:37.94] | |
| [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 |
| [03:25.99] | |
| [03:26.65] | Yeah the gallery is the beat then I I I I |
| [03:35.94] | |
| [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 |
| [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 |
| [00:12.09] | |
| [00:12.67] | Yeah the gallery is the beat then I I |
| [00:17.20] | |
| [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 |
| [01:10.34] | |
| [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 |
| [01:46.53] | |
| [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 |
| [02:02.53] | |
| [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 |
| [02:37.94] | |
| [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 |
| [03:25.99] | |
| [03:26.65] | Yeah the gallery is the beat then I I I I |
| [03:35.94] | |
| [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 |
| [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 |
| [00:12.09] | |
| [00:12.67] | Yeah the gallery is the beat then I I |
| [00:17.20] | |
| [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 |
| [01:10.34] | |
| [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 |
| [01:46.53] | |
| [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 |
| [02:02.53] | |
| [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 |
| [02:37.94] | |
| [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 |
| [03:25.99] | |
| [03:26.65] | Yeah the gallery is the beat then I I I I |
| [03:35.94] | |
| [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 |