Dom Pachino - Paint Pictures lyrics

[Intro: Dom Pachino] Yeah, watch out... [Dom Pachino] I'm wrapped like a ball of fire, my raps like a bolt of lightning Strike with the force of light, some think it might be frightening Streets had a n***a fighting, jail like it was a titan Bail was like a half of mill, for real General's back, you know the drill, adapt like I'm holding steel Soul patched, road craps and rats get k**ed From the straps I weld, this is serious sh** Not just a story to tell, it's Dom P, n***a The definition of a true M.C G-n***a, opposite of a wannabe n***a Fake k**a Bee n***as, you never were affiliated And you never gon' be, n***a I am the bottom line of it, the last of the grit You best believe I stay on that militant sh** Hope you get back on it, black boots and war garments Thoughts in my mind, so sick, I now spit vomit Disgusted, from the way I see the sh** going They try to blackball me, not knowing I'm knowing But everyday my fanbase keep growing How does it feel to see your little man blowing Knowing you didn't support him, raps like a bloodsport You s** a n***a dry, just a thought I'm glad I play to win, can it be that It was all so simple then? [Chorus 2X: Dom Pachino] I paint pictures like an artist, it's on when the Gods speak, you hear me? I paint pictures like an artist, it's on when the Gods speak, you feel me? [Dom Pachino] I paint pictures so vivid, speak my mind to the limit Cross the line of scrimmage, you feel my nine and hemorage Thought you had some leverage, sorry to bust your bubble But clues, k**a, bring us all down to Earth Make you see a gift with the curse, see my gun jerk And my fancy fistwork, whoo, I'm natural at Putting the cap in you, or giving a slap to you From a black pistol, now that's the actual fact Trust me, I won't miss you, we'll make funeral arrangements It's not a big issue, the grab the shovel and Dig you a hole, to bury your soul The you sold to the devil when the weather was cold They say the weak shall fold under pressure I say, my pipes will explode if you holding my treasure Two wrongs don't make a write, I tell you one thing, duke It sure makes me feel better [Chorus 2X] [Dom Pachino] I got pride like Fidel, ground and pound your face off Throw knees like Vandelid, don't think you could handle me I f** b**hes silly like, Jennifer Tilly Rep Stapleton and Park Hill until the whole world feel me And my brethren, Dom P, the veteran Trying to get ahead again, I'm pushing through, excuse me Oh, they gon' let me in, I got a hunger for the mic My appetite strike like I ain't eat since then Feel my aura, me and the mic been together Forever, like Luke and Laura I smack the Baby Phat off you cats like Kimora My n***as act like animals, I talk to them like Ace Ventura Still the Lyrical Pioneer explorer, k**army soldier Plus a great performer Can you smell that Napalm, n***a? We about to bomb ya [Chorus 2X]