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!