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Fort Minor,
Minor, Minor, Minor...

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

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

Yo, I paint pictures, I'm the hood's best storyteller
This about a young boy dealing the older fellas
Promised him the you see on TV
He ran packs town like rhyme CD's
And big chains, new clothes, and Reeboks
Stacking too much to squeeze in a shoe box
Saving, he promised his mom a crib in
And his got killed through debt, he was a dealer
So he staged jazz, fox off the suit 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 seems funny, a broke out
He got hit, dropped the cases blood out of his mouth
He walked blocks to die trying to survive
And now all that's left is his mom "God Why?"

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

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

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

Fiasco!

You know he didn't have power in his thrusters to muster Warp 5
Plus if he pushed it, the fuel cells could then they would die
Then the galaxy would but he knew he had to try
But he risk it, put the cure in the escape pod and kissed it
And told her goodbye, she started to cry, but he knew if he distract 'em
He could buy her some time and she could make it out
Turn the suit and got prepared for the stand off
Space had blew one of the hands off
Damaged laser and he got the system jammed
And he faced the whole fleet, blood through his teeth
The final saga in the seven planet
Unsheethed the sword and then he charged
His eyes flashed behind the cracked glass
He let out a laugh and then all she heard was a like

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

Yeah, and gentlemen
This has been a Minor production
Ghostface! Fiasco!

Uh, and ink pens

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