Fort Minor, Minor
 Fort Minor, Minor, Minor...

 [Lupe [bad word] 
 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?

 [Ghostface]
 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 [bad word]  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?"

 [Lupe [bad word] 
 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...

 [Mike Shinoda]
 Yeah, yeah, let me begin by saying "Shut the [bad word] 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

 [Lupe [bad word] 
 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!

 [Lupe Fiasco]
 You know he didn't have enough power in his [bad word] to muster Warp 5
 Plus if he pushed it, the fuel cells [bad word] 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 [bad word] glass
 He let out a laugh and then all she heard was a blast like

 [Lupe [bad word] 
 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,