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Fort Minor,
Minor, Minor, Minor...

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

Yes, and gentlemen
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 with the older fellas
Promised him the you see on TV
He ran packs across town like rhyme
And big chains, new clothes, and Reeboks
Stacking too much to squeeze in a shoe box
Saving, he promised his mom a crib in
And his pops got through debt, he was a dealer
So he jazz, fox jump off the suit cases
No cross-town, now he's crossing them states and
Seeing new faces, not knowing who to
So when the door kicked open they "This is a bust"
"Is it a set up?", it seems funny, a broke out
He got hit, dropped the cases blood out of his mouth
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 with rhyme that I speak in
Yeah, the gallery is the beat I... I... I... I...

Yeah, yeah, let me by saying "Shut the fuck up!"
Let my begin by saying I think this man knew 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
the box and take off out the back of the pawn shop
Scoping the lot, hoping the hadn't seen the plates on his car
He felt he been hustling so hard like a demon he pumped a cold heart
Play it 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 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 next to a picture 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 in the reflection, at those eyes so red
He put the in a gun and put it right in his head like that

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 is the beat then I... I... I... I...
Uh, yeah, uh

Fiasco!

You know he have 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 would but he knew he had to try
But he couldn't 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 some time and she could it out alive
Turn the suit around and got prepared for the 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 seven planet
Unsheethed the and then he charged forward
His eyes flashed behind the cracked glass
He let out a laugh and then all she heard was a like

Uh, and ink pens
I use to write in every 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, spraypaint and ink

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