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        [feat. Lupe Fiasco & Ghostface Killah]
    Fort Minor
    Fort Minor
    Lupe:
    Uh
    Spray paint and ink pens
    I use
    To write in every color I think in
    To paint a picture
    With every rhyme that I speak in
    Yeah
    The gallery is the beat then I (I....I....I)
    Mike:
    Yes
    Ladies and gentlemen we have a special guest for you this evenin'
    Ghost you ready?
    Ghost:
    Yo,
    I verbally paint pictures
    I'm the hoods best story teller
    This about a young boy
    Dealin with the older fellas
    Promised him the lives
    You see on TV
    He ran packs across town
    Like rhyme CD'S
    And
    Big chains, new cloths, Nike's and Reebok's
    Stackin' too much loot
    To squeeze in a shoe box
    Savin'
    He promised moms a crib in Atlanta
    And his pops got killed through debt
    He was a dealer
    So he staged jazz
    fox jump off the suit cases
    no more cross town
    Now he's crossin' them states, and
    Seeing new faces
    Not knowing who to trust
    So when the door kicked open
    They scream "This is a bust"
    "Is it a set up?"
    It seems funny a scuffle broke out
    He got hit, dropped the cases
    Spittin' blood out of his mouth
    He walked four blocks to die
    Tryin' to survive
    And now all that's left is his mom
    Screamin' "God Why?"
    Lupe:
    Uh
    Spray paint and ink pens
    I use
    To write in every color I think in
    To paint a picture
    With every rhyme that I speak in
    Yeah
    The gallery is the beat then I (I....I....I)
    Mike:
    Yeah, Yeah
    Let me begin by saying
    "Shut the fuck up!"
    Let me begin by saying
    I don't think this man knew what he had in store
    He opened the door and found the bag under the floor
    Not a peep, Always working the lot
    Get the flame, aim, POP
    Open the box and take off
    out the back of the pawn shop
    Scoping the lot
    Hoping the cops hadn't seen the plates on his car
    He felt like he been hustling so hard
    like a demon he pumped a cold heart
    play 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 money he had
    Left the money and the ring in a slow exhale
    Two weeks went by
    Got a box in the mail
    In the box was a bullet made of gold
    Melted down from the ring,
    Recast with two rings and a band
    And he stared at it sittin' the palm of his hand
    And sat down next to a picture that sat on the nightstand
    It was his wife in the picture on his side
    With the ring on the finger on the week that she died
    As he looked in the reflection, at those eyes so red
    He put the bullet in a gun
    And put it right in his head
    Like that
    Lupe:
    Uh
    Spray paint and ink pens
    I use
    To write in every color I think in
    To paint a picture
    With every rhyme that I speak in
    Yeah
    The gallery is the beat then I (I....I....I)
    Lupe:
    Uh, yeah
    Uh
    Mike: Fiasco
    You know he didn't have enough power in his thrusters
    To muster warp 5
    Plus if he pushed it the fuel cells could rupture
    then they would die
    Then the galaxy would suffer, but he knew he had to try
    But he couldn't risk it, put the cure in the escape pod and kissed it
    Told her goodbye
    She started to cry
    But he knew if he could distract em
    He could buy her some time and she could make it out alive
    Turn the suit around and got prepared for the stand off
    Space mind have Lou running the hands off
    Damaged laser cannons and he got the system jammed
    And he faced the whole fleet
    Blood seeping through his teeth
    the final saga in the seven planet wars
    unsheethed the sword and
    Then he charged forward
    His eyes flashed behind the cracked cock pit glass
    He let out a laugh
    And then all she heard was a blast like
    Lupe:
    Uh
    Spray paint and ink pens
    I use
    To write in every color I think in
    To paint a picture
    With every rhyme that I speak in
    Yeah
    The gallery is the beat then I (I....I....I)
    Mike:
    Yeah,
    Ladies and gentlemen, this has been a fort minor production
    Ghostface!
    Fiasco!
    Lupe:
    Uh
    Spray paint and ink pens
     

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