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Fort Minor,
Minor, Minor, Minor...

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...

Yes, ladies and
We have a 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 town like rhyme CD's
And big chains, new clothes, and Reeboks
Stacking too loot to squeeze in a shoe box
Saving, he his mom a crib in Atlanta
And his got killed through debt, he was a dealer
So he staged jazz, fox off the suit cases
No more cross-town, now crossing them states and
Seeing new faces, not 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 spitting blood out of his mouth
He four blocks to die trying to survive
And now all that's left is his mom "God Why?"

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, yeah, let me begin by "Shut the fuck up!"
Let my begin by saying I don't think man knew what he had in store
He opened the and found 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 cops hadn't the plates on his car
He felt like he hustling so hard like a demon he pumped a cold heart
it cool like 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 and the ring in a slow exhale
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 in the palm of his hand
And sat down next to a that sat on the nightstand
It was his in the picture on his side
With the ring on the finger on the week that she
As he in the reflection, at those eyes 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 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 didn't enough power in his thrusters to muster Warp 5
Plus if he pushed it, the fuel cells could rupture then would 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 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
mind had blew one of the hands off
Damaged laser cannons and he got the jammed
And he faced the whole fleet, blood seeping his teeth
The saga in the seven planet wars
the sword and then he charged forward
His eyes flashed the cracked cockpit glass
He let out a laugh and then all she was a blast like

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

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

Uh, and ink pens

It's an expression 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