Painted pictures Of something deep inside I don't know what's Happening here Days go on I, I disappear I look above in my eyes It's so clear, yeah, yeah
, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall Grippin' the grain From the front to the back Can you feel my woofer's bang Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures
above A thug nigga just like me, one of the best -- might be Even better leaving niggas kneeling on they right knee [Big Punisher] Spike Lee couldn't paint a better picture
from the above A thug nigga just like me, one of the best, might be Even better leavin' niggaz kneelin' on they right knee Spike Lee couldn't paint a better picture
'm doin' life to ten, when I come home you goddamn Right I'm goin back again Fuck the drinks on the table While you sleep I take pictures of bullets
The festival was over and the boys were all planning for a fall The cabaret was quiet except for the drilling in the wall The curfew had been lifted and
runnin' up in your zone Nigga, puttin' a bullet to your dome Nigga, screamin', "the war is on, nigga!" Now that we aquainted, nigga, i'ma paint this perfect picture
said he gone meet us by Wal-Greens We 'bout to go head on and break this bread Ya see what I'm saying? What you gone do? Bitch, you can picture the pain
their tour bus being small They spoke of Norway and "the scene" The sound of laughing Ghouls reverberated through the trees "We should take some pictures
up Your rap's all lazy, Jigga the Black Scorcese What your album lack is more Jay-Z Code name: Jay-hovah, all praise me Y'all don't paint pictures, y
thrown like a torpedo from black masks like Zorro I froze all the scriptures and literature of killers Riddlers and Hitlers Sick photographers who paint bloody pictures
(B. Dylan) The festival was over, the boys were all planning for a fall, The cabaret was quiet except for the drilling in the wall. The curfew had been
[European Bonus Track] Tell you a tale of a soul that was lost, mind had gone over the edge Painting a picture of musical madness and drilling it into
monolithic Chronicle and I careen in on a collision course to contradiction God is listenin' We collage, analyze with the touch of a brush to paint this picture
of rawest and the realest rhymes and I Under the radar, under the ground Where a muthafucka what'cha stay 'bound but hell naw, shit And who had boys in the club with they clothes paint
he gone meet us by wal-greens, we 'bout to go head on and break this bread, ya see what i'm Saying? What you gone do? [fiend] Bitch,you can picture the
