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

Yes, and gentlemen
We have a special guest for you 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 across town like rhyme CD's
And big chains, new clothes, and Reeboks
too much loot to squeeze in a shoe box
Saving, he promised his mom a crib in
And his pops got killed through debt, he was a
So he staged jazz, fox jump off the suit
No more cross-town, now he's them states and
Seeing new faces, not who to trust
So when the door kicked open scream "This is a bust"
"Is it a set up?", it seems funny, a broke out
He got hit, dropped the cases spitting out of his mouth
He four 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 paint a picture with every rhyme that I 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 this man knew he had in store
He opened the door and the bag under the floor
Not a peep, working a lot, get the flame, aim, pop
Open the box and 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 like Humphrey Bogart, put the rings on his chain 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 down from the ring, recast with two and a band
And he stared at it sitting in the of his hand
And sat down to a picture that sat on the nightstand
It was his in the picture 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 in his head like that

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

Fiasco!

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

Uh, and ink pens
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, ladies and
This has a Fort Minor production
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 paint things using himself as the of it
You get into the gallery there soon, man
Why? I'm not be famous one day
Why do you say that?
Cause true