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Fort Minor,
Minor, Minor, Minor...

Uh, and ink pens
I use to write in 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, and gentlemen
We a special guest for you this evening
Ghost, you

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

Uh, and ink pens
I use to in every 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, yeah, let me begin by "Shut the fuck up!"
Let my begin by saying I don't think this man what he had in store
He the door and found the bag under the floor
Not a peep, working 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 seen the plates on his car
He felt like he been 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 ring in a bag, envelope, all the he had
Left the money and the ring in a exhale
Two weeks by, got a box in the mail
In the box was a bullet of gold
Melted down from the ring, recast with two rings and a
And he stared at it in the palm of his hand
And sat down next to a that sat on the nightstand
It was his wife in the on his side
With the ring on the on the week that 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 like that

Uh, and ink pens
I use to in every color I think in
To paint a picture with every rhyme that I 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 rupture then would die
Then the galaxy would suffer but he he had to try
But he couldn't it, put the cure in the escape pod and kissed it
And told her goodbye, she started to cry, but he if he could distract 'em
He buy her some time and she could make it out alive
Turn the suit and got prepared for the stand off
Space mind had one of the hands off
Damaged laser and he got the system jammed
And he faced the whole fleet, blood seeping his teeth
The saga in the seven planet wars
Unsheethed the sword and he charged forward
His eyes behind the cracked cockpit glass
He let out a laugh and all she heard was a blast like

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

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

Uh, spraypaint and ink

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