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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 a special guest for you this evening
Ghost, you

Yo, I verbally paint pictures, I'm the best storyteller
This about a young boy dealing with the older
him the lives you see on TV
He ran packs across town like rhyme
And big chains, new clothes, Nikes and
Stacking too loot to squeeze in a shoe box
Saving, he promised his mom a in Atlanta
And his pops got through debt, he was a dealer
So he staged jazz, fox jump off the cases
No more cross-town, now he's them states and
Seeing new faces, not who to trust
So when the door open they scream "This is a bust"
"Is it a set up?", it funny, a scuffle broke out
He got hit, the cases spitting blood out of his mouth
He walked four to die trying to survive
And now all left is his mom screaming "God Why?"

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 gallery is the then I... I... I... I...

Yeah, yeah, let me begin by "Shut the fuck up!"
Let my by saying I don't think this man knew what he had in store
He opened the door and found the bag the floor
Not a peep, always a lot, get the flame, aim, pop
Open the box and take off out the back of the pawn
Scoping the lot, hoping the cops hadn't the plates on his car
He felt like he hustling so hard like 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 money and the ring in a exhale
Two weeks went by, got a box in the
In the box was a bullet made of
Melted down from the ring, recast 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
the ring on the finger on the week that she died
As he looked in the reflection, at those so red
He put the bullet in a gun and put it right in his head like

Uh, spraypaint and ink
I use to in every color I think in
To paint a picture with every rhyme that I 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 to muster Warp 5
Plus if he pushed it, the fuel cells could rupture then they die
the galaxy 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 her goodbye, she started to cry, but he knew if he could distract 'em
He could buy her some time and she could make it out
the suit around and got prepared for the stand off
Space mind had one of the hands off
Damaged laser cannons and he got the system
And he faced the whole fleet, blood seeping through his
The saga in the seven planet wars
Unsheethed the sword and then he charged
His eyes behind the cracked cockpit glass
He let out a and then all she heard was a blast like

Uh, spraypaint and ink
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, and gentlemen
This has been a Fort Minor
Ghostface! Fiasco!

Uh, and ink pens

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