Spraypaint & Inkpens

This is an invasion! Fort Minor!

Fort Minor

Uh! Spraypaint and inkpens

I use to write in every color I think in

To paint a picture with every rhyme I speak in

Yeah, the gallery is the beat and I

I

Yeah ladies and gentlemen

We have a special guest for you this evening,

Ghost you ready?

Yo, I verbally paint pictures I'm the hood's best storyteller

This about a young boy, dealin with the older fellas

Promised him the lives, he see on TV

He ran packs across town, like rhyme CDs

And big chains, new clothes, Nike's and Reebok's

Stacking too much loot to squeeze in a shoe box

Saving, he promised his mom'z a crib in Atlanta

And his pops got killed through debt, he was a gambler

So he staged jazz, fox jump off the suit cases

No more cross-town, now he's crossing them states and

Seeing new faces, not knowing who to trust

So when the door kicked open they screamed This is a bust

Is it a set up? it seemed funny, a scuffle broke out

He got hit, dropped the cases spitting blood out of his mouth

He walked four blocks to die...trying to survive

And now all that's left is his mom screaming God Why?

Uh! Spraypaint and inkpens

I use to write in every color I think in

To paint a picture with every rhyme I speak in

Yeah, the gallery is the beat and I

I

Lemme 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 while he's working the lock

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'd been hustlin' 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 the 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, sitting in 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 her 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

Uh! Spraypaint and inkpens

I use to write in every color I think in

To paint a picture with every rhyme I speak in

Yeah, the gallery is the beat and I

I

Uh!

He knew that he didn't have enough power in his thrusters

To muster warp 5

Plus if he pushed it the fuel cells could rupture

And 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 his escape pod and kissed it

And told her goodbye, she started to cry

But he knew if he could distract them he could buy her some time

And she could make it out alive

He turned the suit around and got prepared for the stand off

Space mine had blew one of the hands off

Damaged laser cannons, and he got the system jammin'

He faced the whole fleet

Blood seeping through his teeth

The final saga in the seven planet wars

Unsheated the sword, and then he charged forward

His eyes flashed behind the cracked cockpit glass

He let out a laugh and all she heard was a blast like

Uh! Spraypaint and inkpens

I use to write in every color I think in

To paint a picture with every rhyme I speak in

Yeah, the gallery is the beat and I

I

Yeah, ladies and gentleman

This has been a Fort Minor production!

Ghostface, Fiasco

It's an expression coming out

Of a simple can of paint

Look, its the easiest way for a kid

To get famous using himself as the medium!

You're going to get into that gallery real soon man

Word. I'm going to be famous one day

Why do you always say that?

Cause it's true!