Fort Minor, Lupe Fiasco, Ghostface Killah - Spraypaint & Ink Pens lyrics

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 i 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 seen on TV
He ran packs across town like rhyme CDs
And big chains, new clothes
Nikes and Reeboks
Stackin' 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 crossin' 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 spittin' blood
Out of his mouth
He walked four blocks to die
Trying to survive
And now all that's left is his mom screamin'
"God why?" 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 i i i
Yeah, yeah

Let me begin by sayin' shut the fuck up!
Let my begin by sayin' 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 workin' 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 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, 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 i i i
Yeah yeh
Fiasco!

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 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 mine 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, 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 i i i

Yeah ladies and gentlemen
This has been a Fort Minor production
Ghostface! Fiasco!

Uh, spraypaint and ink pens