Spraypaint & Inkpens
(专辑: Fort Minor: We Major - 2005)
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 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 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 Unsheathed 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 that gallery real soon, man. Why? I'm not gonna be famous one day Why do you always say that? 'cause it's true