Paintbrush

Whoo!

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

Do-do-do-do, do-do

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

Priest!

Do-do-do-do, do-do

We paint the pictures without the paintbrush (paintbrush)

Markin' hip-hop but think gangsta (gangsta)

We paint pictures without the paintbrush

Markin' hip-hop but think gangsta

Yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup

Photography is like a movie film

Astrology is like I move the rims

Prodigy melodically, I produce a gem

Like coal, I dig deep into your eternal soul

I speak a journal, write your fortune told

Y'all see purple and light your weed and blow a circle

I write the Dead Sea Scrolls

It's real like the Devil's love letters

Let this essence of this thug bless ya

Dream of black Israel

The fetus of a baby Jesus, seed of Emanuel

See a man in his cell, a breather

Hah, I need one, my weed's done

Throw away the roach

Get close with the man with the most with the

I draw pictures without paint with the ink

When I think, the sun and moon stars link

It's like sixteen bars get in sync

I'm like the author Alex Haley

Writin' the, last note before Malcolm was buried

I'm the artist, of what I do with markers

I color in words, like I'm two years old

All I need is a few Benz codes

Yeah, yo, yo

I say yes yes y'all, they try to handcuff the god

Armani specs with night vision, I see y'all (y'all)

Deep as the mind of Solomon, the metropolitan

Model women, like Cleopatra, they try to swallow him

My pilgrimage, straight to the hood, the children follow him

Thug gentleman, rockin' Timberlands, suede cinnamon

The radio, don't play our shit, we too militant

Soul controller, the Ayatollah when I roll up

9/11 Shit that I spit, the whole blow up

Aiyo, all the angels cry in the ghetto for dead souls

We left on this globe, tryin' to crawl out the bottomless hole