Spraypaint & Ink Pens Lyrics - Singles - Fort Minor

Fort Minor, Minor 

Fort Minor, Minor, Minor... 

Uh, spraypaint 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... 

Yes, 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 dealing 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 clothes, Nikes and Reeboks 

Stacking too much loot to squeeze in a shoe box 

Saving, he promised his mom 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 crossing 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 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 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... 

Yeah, yeah, let me begin by saying "Shut the fuck up!" 

Let my 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 a 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 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 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 

Uh, spraypaint 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... 

Uh, yeah, uh 

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 

And 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 had blew one of 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 cockpit glass 

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

Uh, spraypaint 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... 

Yeah, ladies and gentlemen 

This has been a Fort Minor production 

Ghostface! Fiasco! 

Uh, spraypaint and ink pens 

It's an expression coming out of a simple can of paint 

Look, it's the easiest way for the average kid to paint things using himself as the meaning of it 

You gonna get into the gallery there soon, man 

Why? I'm not gonna be famous one day 

Why do you always say that? 

Cause it's true