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Drill Painted Pictures

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

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

desperados 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

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

, 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

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

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

, 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

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