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 move

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 he see on TV
He ran packs across town like rhyme CDs
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 and dead, he was a dealer
So he staged death, stocks 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?"

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 while he's 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 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 his 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

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    General CommentI'm surprised no one has commented yet. This song is genius. Each story has a lot of meaning and a lot to say. Mike's flow in his story is insane and the third verse tells a beautifully tragic story in a little space opera cover. Genius.
    cmill216on January 05, 2006   Link
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    General CommentEach verse tells a different story about a character.
    lucyb85on January 12, 2006   Link
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    General CommentGreat little stories, but I honestly can't stand Ghostface's voice, it sounds nasal and whiny... "waee waee waee, waee waee waee!"
    L-Kyneon January 13, 2006   Link
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    General CommentI'm such a huge fan of Lupe Fiasco. I think this song is about the versatility of an artist's tools and how they can create any story within the scope of their imagination - because each little verse tells a totally different story.
    ohdelilahon January 17, 2006   Link
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    General Commentgreat sound and song. why wasn't it on the album??
    pardonmeon June 07, 2006   Link
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    General CommentI fucking love this song. Lupe's chorus, all of their stories. Lupe's was my least favorite, Shinoda's was my favorite. Ghostface Killah's was hard to understand at first without the lyrics. Amazing song, should've been on the album.
    chrisriggson October 12, 2006   Link
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    General CommentExcellent. No other way to describe it. Shinoda's verse was the best... reminds me of my Dad and what happend
    Mike666on November 11, 2006   Link
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    General Commentwtf ???? whats wrong with YOU -!! lupes flow and chorus totally own __ ... ghostface was blabbibn and trying to fit in words __ ... shinoda was so relaxed he was trying to force words into the rhyme__ lupes flow is complex and flows with ease __ you gota be kiddin me +__ ... anyone can ditto shinoda's part __ blab ghostface's part __ but not Lupes, you must be a bunch of non hip hop literate people~~!!!!
    Slitwriston April 24, 2007   Link
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    General Commentshinoda blows __ ... no offence __ i like him better on linkin park __ .. but here its jus a whole new scene __ . he has good production skills __ ... but rhymes __ needs some work on __ .you can notice this from his songs with styles __ ... the own the place __ his rhymes jus seem overworked __ ... mystic flows by lupe and styles of beyond __ are the sorta stuff worthy of praise
    Slitwriston April 24, 2007   Link

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