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Fort Minor,
Minor, Minor, Minor...

Uh, and ink pens
I use to in every color I think in
To paint a picture with every that I speak in
Yeah, the is the beat then I... I... I... I...

Yes, ladies and
We have a special for you this evening
Ghost, you

Yo, I paint pictures, I'm the hood's best storyteller
This about a boy dealing with the older fellas
Promised him the you see on TV
He ran packs town like rhyme CD's
And big chains, new clothes, Nikes and
Stacking too much loot to in a shoe box
Saving, he promised his mom a crib in
And his pops got killed debt, he was a dealer
So he staged jazz, fox jump off the cases
No more cross-town, now crossing them states and
Seeing new faces, not knowing who to
So when the door kicked open they "This is a bust"
"Is it a set up?", it funny, a scuffle broke out
He got hit, dropped the cases blood out of his mouth
He walked four blocks to die trying to
And now all that's is his mom screaming "God Why?"

Uh, spraypaint and ink
I use to write in color I think in
To paint a picture with every that I speak in
Yeah, the gallery is the then I... I... I... I...

Yeah, yeah, let me begin by saying "Shut the up!"
Let my begin by I don't think this man knew what he had in store
He opened the door and found the bag under the
Not a peep, working a lot, get the flame, aim, pop
Open the box and off out the back of the pawn shop
Scoping the lot, hoping the cops hadn't seen the on his car
He felt like he been hustling so hard like a he pumped a cold heart
Play it like Humphrey Bogart, put the rings on his chain attached by both parts
He did the drop, one ring in a bag, envelope, all the he had
Left the money and the ring in a slow
Two weeks went by, got a box in the
In the box was a made of gold
Melted down from the ring, with two rings and a band
And he at it sitting in the palm of his hand
And sat down next to a picture sat on the nightstand
It was his wife in the on his side
With the ring on the finger on the week she died
As he in the reflection, at those eyes so red
He put the bullet in a gun and put it right in his head like

Uh, spraypaint and ink
I use to write in color I think in
To paint a picture with every that I speak in
Yeah, the is the beat then I... I... I... I...
Uh, yeah, uh

Fiasco!

You know he didn't have enough in his thrusters to muster Warp 5
if he pushed it, the fuel cells could rupture then they would die
Then the would suffer but he knew he had to try
But he couldn't risk it, put the cure in the pod and kissed it
And told her goodbye, she started to cry, but he knew if he could 'em
He could buy her some time and she could it out alive
Turn the around and got prepared for the stand off
mind had blew one of the hands off
Damaged cannons and he got the system jammed
And he the whole fleet, blood seeping through his teeth
The final saga in the seven wars
the sword and then he charged forward
His eyes flashed behind the cracked glass
He let out a laugh and then all she heard was a blast

Uh, and ink pens
I use to write in color I think in
To paint a picture every rhyme that I speak in
Yeah, the gallery is the beat I... I... I... I...

Yeah, ladies and
This has been a Fort Minor
Ghostface! Fiasco!

Uh, spraypaint and ink

an expression coming out of a simple can of paint
Look, the easiest way for the average kid to paint things using himself as the meaning of it
You gonna get the gallery there soon, man
Why? I'm not be famous one day
Why do you always say
Cause it's