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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 with every rhyme that I speak in
Yeah, the gallery is the beat I... I... I... I...

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

Yo, I verbally paint pictures, I'm the hood's storyteller
This about a young boy with the older fellas
Promised him the you see on TV
He ran packs across 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 he's crossing states and
Seeing new faces, not knowing who to
So the door kicked open they scream "This is a bust"
"Is it a set up?", it seems funny, a scuffle out
He got hit, dropped the cases blood out of his mouth
He walked blocks to die trying to survive
And now all left is his mom screaming "God Why?"

Uh, spraypaint and ink
I use to in every color I think in
To paint a picture every rhyme 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 and found the bag under the floor
Not a peep, always a lot, get the flame, aim, pop
the box and take off out the back of the pawn shop
Scoping the lot, hoping the hadn't seen the plates on his car
He felt like he hustling so hard like a demon he pumped a cold heart
Play it cool Humphrey Bogart, put the rings on his chain attached by both parts
He did the drop, one in a bag, envelope, all the money 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 bullet made of
Melted down from the ring, recast with two rings and a
And he stared at it sitting in the palm of his
And sat down next to a picture sat on the nightstand
It was his wife in the picture on his
With the ring on the finger on the week that she
As he in the reflection, at those eyes so red
He put the in a gun and put it right in his head like that

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

Fiasco!

You know he didn't enough power in his thrusters to muster Warp 5
if he pushed it, the fuel cells could rupture then they would die
Then the galaxy would suffer but he 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 if he could distract 'em
He could buy her some and she could make it out alive
Turn the around and got prepared for the stand off
Space mind had blew one of the off
Damaged laser and he got the system jammed
And he the whole fleet, blood seeping through his teeth
The final saga in the planet wars
the sword and then he charged forward
His eyes flashed behind the cracked cockpit
He let out a laugh and then all she was a blast like

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

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

Uh, spraypaint and ink

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