Spray Paint (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 (echoes 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 (echoes 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 (echoes 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 (echoes I)

Mike:

Yeah,

Ladies and gentlemen, this has been a fort minor production

Ghostface!

Fiasco!

Lupe:

Uh

Spray paint and ink pens