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Fort Minor,
Minor, Minor, Minor...

Uh, and ink pens
I use to write in every 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 special guest for you evening
Ghost, you

Yo, I verbally paint pictures, I'm the hood's storyteller
This about a young boy dealing with the older
Promised him the you see on TV
He ran packs across town rhyme CD's
And big chains, new clothes, and Reeboks
Stacking too much loot to in a shoe box
Saving, he his mom a crib in Atlanta
And his pops got killed debt, he was a dealer
So he staged jazz, fox off the suit cases
No more cross-town, now crossing them states and
new faces, not knowing who to trust
So when the kicked open they scream "This is a bust"
"Is it a set up?", it funny, a scuffle broke out
He got hit, dropped the cases spitting blood out of his
He walked four blocks to die trying to
And now all that's is his mom screaming "God Why?"

Uh, spraypaint and ink
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 begin by saying "Shut the up!"
Let my begin by saying I think this man knew what he had in store
He opened the and found the bag under the floor
Not a peep, always a lot, get the flame, aim, pop
the box and take 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 been hustling so hard a demon he pumped a cold heart
Play it cool like Humphrey Bogart, put the rings on his chain attached by both
He did the drop, one in a bag, envelope, all the money he had
Left the money and the in a slow exhale
Two weeks went by, got a box in the
In the box was a bullet of gold
Melted down from the ring, recast with two and a band
And he at it sitting in the palm of his hand
And sat down next to a that sat on the nightstand
It was his wife in the picture on his
With the ring on the finger on the that she died
As he looked in the reflection, at those so red
He put the bullet in a gun and put it right in his head like

Uh, spraypaint and ink
I use to write in color I think in
To paint a picture 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 have enough power in his to muster Warp 5
Plus if he pushed it, the fuel cells could then they would die
Then the would suffer but he knew he had to try
But he couldn't risk it, put the cure in the escape pod and it
And told her goodbye, she to cry, but he knew if he could distract 'em
He buy her some time and she could make it out alive
Turn the suit around and got for the stand off
mind had blew one of the hands off
Damaged laser and he got the system jammed
And he the whole fleet, blood seeping through his teeth
The saga in the seven planet wars
Unsheethed the and then he charged forward
His eyes flashed the cracked cockpit glass
He let out a laugh and all she heard was a blast like

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, and gentlemen
This has been a Minor production
Ghostface! Fiasco!

Uh, spraypaint and ink

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