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Fort Minor,
Minor, Minor, Minor...

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

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

Yo, I paint pictures, I'm the hood's best storyteller
This about a young boy with the older fellas
him the lives you see on TV
He ran across 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 in Atlanta
And his pops got killed debt, he was a dealer
So he jazz, fox jump off the suit cases
No more cross-town, now he's crossing states and
new faces, not knowing who to trust
So when the door open they scream "This is a bust"
"Is it a set up?", it seems funny, a broke out
He got hit, the cases spitting 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, 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 beat I... I... I... I...

Yeah, yeah, let me begin by saying "Shut the up!"
Let my begin by saying I don't think man knew what he had in store
He opened the door and found the bag under the
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 cops hadn't the plates on his car
He felt like he been so hard like a demon he pumped a cold heart
Play it cool like Humphrey Bogart, put the rings on his chain by both parts
He did the drop, one in a bag, envelope, all the money he had
the money and the ring in a slow exhale
Two weeks went by, got a box in the
In the box was a bullet made of
Melted down the ring, recast with two rings and a band
And he stared at it sitting in the palm of his
And sat down next to a that sat on the nightstand
It was his wife in the picture on his
With the ring on the finger on the week she died
As he looked in the reflection, at those so red
He put the bullet in a gun and put it in his head like that

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

Fiasco!

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

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

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

Uh, and ink pens

It's an expression out of a simple 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 the gallery there soon, man
I'm not gonna be famous one day
Why do you say that?
Cause it's