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Fort Minor,
Minor, Minor, Minor...

Uh, and ink pens
I use to in every color I think in
To a picture with every rhyme that I speak in
Yeah, the gallery is the then 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
him the lives 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 in Atlanta
And his pops got through debt, he was a dealer
So he jazz, fox jump off the suit cases
No more cross-town, now he's crossing them and
new faces, not knowing who to trust
So when the door kicked they scream "This is a bust"
"Is it a set up?", it seems funny, a scuffle out
He got hit, dropped the cases spitting blood out of his
He walked four blocks to die 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 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 this man knew what he had in store
He opened the door and found the bag the floor
Not a peep, working a lot, get the flame, aim, pop
Open the box and take off out the back of the shop
Scoping the lot, hoping the cops hadn't the plates on his car
He felt like he been hustling so hard like a demon he pumped a heart
it cool like 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 money and the ring in a slow
Two weeks went by, got a box in the
In the box was a made of gold
down from the ring, recast with two rings and a band
And he at it sitting in the palm 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 eyes so red
He put the bullet in a gun and put it right in his head that

Uh, and ink pens
I use to write in every color I in
To paint a picture with rhyme that I speak in
Yeah, the is the beat 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 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 distract 'em
He could buy her some time and she could it out alive
Turn the around and got prepared for the stand off
Space mind had one of the hands off
laser cannons and he got the system jammed
And he the whole fleet, blood seeping through his teeth
The final saga in the planet wars
Unsheethed the sword and he charged forward
His eyes flashed behind the cockpit glass
He let out a laugh and then all she heard was a blast

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

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

Uh, spraypaint and ink

It's an expression 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 gonna be one day
Why do you always say
it's true