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 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
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
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, 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 the gallery there soon, man
Why? I'm not gonna be famous one day
Why do you always say that?
Cause it's true
Ugh, Shinoda, that's right, Ryu
Celph Titled, yeah, Demigodz
Dipset, Juelz Santana
And of course, Fort Minor
Let's go
It's like oh, ohhh, ohhhh
F.M. D.E.M.I.G.O.D.Z.
It's like oh, ohhh, ohhhh
D.I.P.S.E.T. S.O.B. G's
I came from pumping 60K out the trunk switchblades
Ziggy stuff nicknames, itchy braids, bitchmade
Faggots, my shit's changed, my cabbage is picked man
Rollin' twenties up like Snoop Doggy dog's crip game
But I'm out for the crown, housin, I'm buckin' 'em down
Dousin' and dunkin' these fuckin punks in a bucket and bounce
When I get up in the game beware
Put a pimp on a hope and then say your prayers
Got this ocean so damn potent player
Put you on a throne like a broken chair
You know its a move no crack for the gods and goons
We back you talk about gats but dont actually use 'em
But I'm happy to do it because this is demigodz
Celph Titled, Ryu with Tak, Apathy stupid
From bottom to top choppin them rocks
Cockin the glock, o more of that
Now I just hop in the drop and go
To the most popular spots
With ho's and they know, they go
I went from pumpin' that white stuff
To bein up in them white clubs
Like hey, I got dubs still pumpin that white stuff
Plus I fuck with the white boys, skaters and bike boys
Who may act different but the struggles alike, boy
Shinoda know that if there's a problem I'm coming over, yo
Quick fast in a hurry, not needing to overdose
And I mean that, just call if you need that
The best of both different worlds, not often they see that
Like oh, ohhh, ohhhh
F.M. D.E.M.I.G.O.D.Z.
Like oh, ohhh, ohhhh
D.I.P.S.E.T. S.O.B. G's
We like these rappers here that you have to fear
We smacking queers murder extortion
Hustlin', nothin' stopin' this movement
I swear we gettin' to the top this year
Got your ears, all eyes on me, old school 80's guy, that's me
Hip hop head female rappers give me dome
That's just that hip hop head, flip off the feds, it's been said
I'm out my mind to the fullest, alone in the crib buggin
Fuckin with russian roulette with six bullets
Won't never free my guns but fo sho we lettin them triggers go
Sparkin that weapon, yous a thousand miles from me
You far from perfection and that's just room for thought
I'm movin the bar, rap entrepenuer, rap lord
Cme to the hood, I'll bring you in through that trap door
It's Demigodz and it's Dipset, it's Doe Rakers and it's Byrd Gang
That's Ryu, Celph and Santana, the best rap singers you ever heard
Like oh, ohhh, ohhhh
F.M. D.E.M.I.G.O.D.Z.
Like oh, ohhh, ohhhh
D.I.P.S.E.T. S.O.B. G's
[In the background]
(When my situation ain't a groovin'
I'm trying to murder everything movin')
Demigodz, Celph Titled the Rubik's Cuban
Ryu the Beast, Shinoda the Cobra Holder
You a fool for this beat, Santana the Great
This has been a Demigodz Dipset Feature Presentation
We'll slap the beeswax right out your grill! Hold up!
Ugh, Shinoda, that's right, Ryu
Celph Titled, yeah, Demigodz
Dipset, Juelz Santana
And of course, Fort Minor
Let's go
It's like oh, ohhh, ohhhh
F.M. D.E.M.I.G.O.D.Z.
It's like oh, ohhh, ohhhh
D.I.P.S.E.T. S.O.B. G's
I came from pumping 60K out the trunk switchblades
Ziggy stuff nicknames, itchy braids, bitchmade
Faggots, my shit's changed, my cabbage is picked man
Rollin' twenties up like Snoop Doggy dog's crip game
But I'm out for the crown, housin, I'm buckin' 'em down
Dousin' and dunkin' these fuckin punks in a bucket and bounce
When I get up in the game beware
Put a pimp on a hope and then say your prayers
Got this ocean so damn potent player
Put you on a throne like a broken chair
You know its a move no crack for the gods and goons
We back you talk about gats but dont actually use 'em
But I'm happy to do it because this is demigodz
Celph Titled, Ryu with Tak, Apathy stupid
From bottom to top (i rose)
choppin them rocks (?)
Cockin the glock, no more of that
Now I just hop in the drop and go
To the most popular spots
With ho's and they know, they go
I went from pumpin' that white stuff
To bein up in them white clubs
Like hey, I got dubs still pumpin that white stuff
Plus I fuck with the white boys, skaters and bike boys
We may act different but the struggles alike, boy
Shinoda know if there's a problem I'm coming over, yo
Quick fast in a hurry, knock it into overdose
And I mean that, just call if you need that
The best of both different worlds, not often they see that
Like oh, ohhh, ohhhh
F.M. D.E.M.I.G.O.D.Z.
Like oh, ohhh, ohhhh
D.I.P.S.E.T. S.O.B. G's
We like these rappers here that you have to fear
We smacking queers murder extortion
Hustlin', nothin' stopin' this movement
I swear we gettin' to the top this year
Got your ears, all eyes on me, old school 80's guy, that's me
Hip hop head female rappers give me dome
That's just that hip hop head, flip off the feds, it's been said
I'm out my mind to the fullest, alone in the crib buggin
Fuckin with Russian roulette with six bullets
Won't never free my guns but fo sho we lettin them triggers go
Sparkin that weapon, yous a thousand miles from me
You far from perfection and that's just room for thought
I'm movin the bar, rap entrepreneur, rap lord
Cme to the hood, I'll bring you in through that trap door
It's Demigodz and it's Dipset, it's Doe Rakers and it's Byrd Gang
That's Ryu, Celph and Santana, the best rap singers you ever done heard
Like oh, ohhh, ohhhh
F.M. D.E.M.I.G.O.D.Z.
Like oh, ohhh, ohhhh
D.I.P.S.E.T. S.O.B. G's
[In the background]
(When my situation ain't IMPROVIN
I'm trying to murder everything movin')
Demigodz, Celph Titled the Rubik's Cuban
Ryu the Beast, Shinoda the Cobra Holder
You a fool for this beat, Santana the Great
This has been a Demigodz Dipset Feature Presentation
[Jay-Z:]
The record that you made,
that's underground hiphop
wi...with, with big sound
what, with big, with big sound
that's what takes it over, cause the sound is so big
(it's an underground), that's an underground hiphop record
the richness of the music and everything
What up, Mike?
Um, we almost ready now my nigger
It's El Presidente, young hov, Jay Z
You know how the fuck we do it
Fort Minor, We Major
Man, what else can I tell you people?
Let's do it
And now for our feature presentation
Ladies and gentlemen let's get ready to rumble!
History in the making! Most incredibly!
[Fort Minor:] We Major
Ladies and gentlemen remember the name
Let me say it again
[Fort Minor:] We Major
You are not ready (yeah)
Cause this ride is about to begin
Sit down and buckle it in
For those of you that want to know what we're all about
The real hip hop (yeah)
How you doin' y'all?
My name's Mike Shinoda
Fort Minor, Green Lantern
Internationally known and respected
Machine Shop rockin' when we step inside
How you doin' y'all?
My name's Mike
Sick with a BIC pen all up in your shit man
Yeah you can comprehend it or compliment it it's all aunthentic
Wrong nights I perform like Mike
I'm fooling with the new shit, I'm doing it all night
Wrong nights I perform like Mike
I can quit and get it back like I'm riding a bike
Wait up a sec give me space to move
Room to prove I'm stupid with the P's and Q's
It's the young Shinoda
I done paid my dues, Machine Shop
Is back, this is front page news
Fort Minor
We Major
Back home
Everybody's searching for somethin'
But all they can find is a whole lot of nothin'
Back home
Ain't nobody hoping and praying
'Cause they feel like nothing can save 'em
And they try to hold out but they can't fight the fact that
Life goes black when those lights go out
But I guess you gotta just watch out for your own
'Cause ain't a damn thing free
Back home
Back home
they holler "disciple" and "blackstone"
Same block they freebase yo we trapped on
Where our grandmothers marched
The guns clap on
There's liquor stores, beauty supplies, and rap songs
I travel the world just to come back to it
The crib got a lot of soul like black music
I'm attached to it
In many ways the city raised me
and gave me
The drama, honor, and bravery
The streets seem hollow
when I go to Chicago
It's cheap wine and sorrow
Times is hard to swallow
In search of God's tomorrow
I borrow words from the
Bible
and use them for survival
gangs rival
Signs painted on walls like hieroglyphics
I tell 'em that this is all tribal
Used to do dirt
shorty's goin' through the same cycle
And trials like Michael
tryin' not to stay idle
Back home it's not Compton but close
The same problems exist and the pain throbbin'
And folks are so common
It don't
really bother us much we just swallow it
Crack the bottle and smoke
hope tomorrow something
Magical happens that'll put me back in the biz
But the chances of it actually happening's kinda slim
Back home
we get the good life at a glimpse
In the form of a rap star, drug dealers, and pimps
I'm back home
Back home
I try my best to keep it together it's cold
Like the Windy City streets of December
I pace back and forth
looking for the courage to shine
But can't tap the source
need something to nourish my mind
I know we all lose quite a bit in life
Only to gain some
Life of the dark winding roads we came from
But I move with the night
so I'm used to the shade
And never lose sight
bringing truth back to the game
Back home
we've got a lot of shit on our minds
We're always behind on something cause there's not enough time
And we're non-stop
bottom line
doing what we gotta do to get some food in the fridge and stay out of the hosptial
Back home there's people calling us hopeless
People trying to tell us all we need is some focus
But focus
Focus is overrated
Cause you see every blemish and mistake and can't change it
Back home is Alvarado
K-Town and J-Town
Or Little Tokyo for those that don't know
Where figures shiver
living right inside the LA river
On the concrete
a symbol of our everyday way
Its that color and concentration over the heavy and grey
And by the time the ink dries on this page
One thing, i don't know why
It doesn't even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind
I designed this rhyme when i was obsessed with time
All i know, time was just slipping away
And i watched it count down to the end of the day
Watched it watch me and the words that i say
The echo of the clock rhythm in my veins
I know that i didn't look out below
And i watched the time go right out the window
Tried to grab hold
Tried not to watch
I wasted it all on the hands of the clock
But in the end, no matter what i pretend
The journey is more important than the end or the start
And what it meant to me will eventually be a memory of a time when
[i've tried so hard]
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn’t even matter
Yo, one thing, i don’t know how
It doesn’t even matter when you look at it now
’cause when i designed this rhyme
I was scared of it all, scared to fall, and ii hadn’t even tried to crawl
But i was forced to run with you mocking me, stopping me, backstabbing me constantly
Remembering all the times you fought with me
Watch the clock now chock-full of hipocrisy
But now your mouth wishes it could inhale
Every single little thing you said to make things fail
Every single word you sputtered just to get your piece
But it really doesn’t matter to me
’cause from the start to the end, no matter what i pretend
The journey is more important than the end or the start
And what it meant to me will eventually be a memory of a time when
[i've tried so hard]
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn’t even matter
Give me a second, I'll write about my pain for pages
I got a head full of frustrated phrases
So just bear with me as i get this out
You know the type of person that i'm talking about
These people who want to act like they've got your back
They never had your back, they just stab you in it
I never pretended i had it all together inside,
I got insecurities and things I'm trying to hide,
and I could never seem to get anything right,
and I could never seem to stop busting my fight
and I could never seem to get it right with you,
and I could never redeem myself when i'm through,
but sometimes, you know what, I just don't care,
I'm gonna speak my mind and let everybody stare
This is the last time, I'm telling you real loud,
if you want to tell me I'm wrong, let's do it right now
[Chorus:]
Start it all up, I'm ready to go
All I need is a signal just to let me know
Come on, start it all up, 'cuz all I want,
is an excuse to let loose the tension I got
Start it all up, I'm ready to go
All I need is a signal just to let me know
Come on, start it all up, 'cuz all I want,
is an excuse to let loose the tension I got
Give me a minute, I'll fill a newspaper with collumns,
'cuz people saying that I got an additude problem,
that I'm negative when I rhyme, I complain,
pessimistic all the time, in these lines
All the same, I just talk like this on a record and let it out,
I just cock back and let it all come flooding out
I just say the things that I know I feel are real,
I peel back the kin 'till the nerves reveal
You want to come with me, come closer to the speaker
You want to run with me, you're gonna have to dig deeper
You want to let it all out, I'll show you how
You want to tell me I'm wrong, we can do it right now
[Chorus]
Mike Shinoda
The most ferocious
Mike Shinoda
With or without an accomplice [x2]
[Chorus]
You ready?! Lets go!
Yeah, for those of you that want to know what we're all about
It's like this y'all (c'mon!)
[Chorus]
This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name!
Mike! - He doesn't need his name up in lights
He just wants to be heard whether it's the beat or the mic
He feels so unlike everybody else, alone
In spite of the fact that some people still think that they know him
But fuck em, he knows the code
It's not about the salary
It's all about reality and making some noise
Makin the story - makin sure his clique stays up
That means when he puts it down Tak's pickin it up! let's go!
Who the hell is he anyway?
He never really talks much
Never concerned with status but still leavin them star struck
Humbled through opportunities given to him despite the fact
That many misjudge him because he makes a livin from writin raps
Put it together himself, now the picture connects
Never askin for someone's help, to get some respect
He's only focused on what he wrote, his will is beyond reach
And now when it all unfolds, the skill of an artist
It's just twenty percent skill
Eighty percent fear
Be one hundred percent clear cause Ryu is ill
Who would've thought that he'd be the one to set the west in flames
And I heard him wreckin with The Crystal Method, 'Name Of The Game'
Came back dropped Megadef, took em to church
I like bleach man, why you have the stupidest verse?
This dude is the truth, now everybody be givin him guest spots
His stock's through the roof I heard he fuckin with S. Dot!
[Chorus]
They call him Ryu The Sick
And he's spittin fire with Mike
Got him out the dryer he's hot
Found him in Fort Minor with Tak
Been a fuckin annihilist porcupine
He's a prick, he's a cock
The type woman want to be with, and rappers hope he get shot
Eight years in the makin, patiently waitin to blow
Now the record with Shinoda's takin over the globe
He's got a partner in crime, his shit is equally dope
You wont believe the kind of shit that comes out of this kid's throat
Tak! - He's not your everyday on the block
He knows how to work with what he's got
Makin his way to the top
People think its a common owners name
People keep askin him was it given at birth
Or does it stand for an acronym?
No he's livin proof, Got him rockin the booth
He'll get you buzzin quicker than a shot of vodka with juice
Him and his crew are known around as one of the best
Dedicated to what they doin give a hundred percent
Forget Mike - Nobody really knows how or why he works so hard
It seems like he's never got time
Because he writes every note and he writes every line
And I've seen him at work when that light goes on in his mind
It's like a design is written in his head every time
Before he even touches a key or speaks in a rhyme
And those motherfuckers he runs with, those kids that he signed?
Ridiculous, without even trying, how do they do it?!
[Chorus - repeat 2x]
[Outro - Mike Shinoda]
Yeah! Fort Minor
M. Shinoda - Styles of Beyond
Ryu! Takbir! Machine Shop!
Someone right now is leaving their apartment
Looking down at the street and wondering where their car went
Someone in the car sitting at a signal
In front of a restaurant, staring through the window
At someone right now with their finger in their teeth
Who could use a little floss right across the street
There's somebody on the curb who really needs a jacket
Spent half the rent at a bar getting plastered
Now he gotta walk fourteen blocks
To work at a shop where he's about to get fired
Someone right now is looking pretty tired
Staring at a laptop trying to get inspired
Somebody living right across the street
She wrote the best things she's written all week
But her best friends coughing up blood in the sink
Can't even think what happened, feeling so confused
And he knows it looks bad but there's nothing he can do
I wonder what it's like to be right there in his shoes
But no I'm just taking it in
Out the window of a hotel bedroom again
Tomorrow I'll be gone, I don't know when I'll be back
But in this world everything can change just like that, like that
Yo, somebody right now is dropping his vote inside a box
And trying not to get shot in his throat
For the act of freedom right now somebody is stuck in Iraq
Hoping that he gets shipped back breathing
In a war that he's not really sure of the reasons
So we show our support when the press mislead them
Though we more then remain proud and salute the troops
Get some I know you boys got some work to do
Meanwhile right now someones 25 to life
And is standing on the corner with their thumb up hitchiking
Scratching off a lotto ticket hoping for a real winner
Sneaking through the border just to work and to eat a real dinner
Right now someone wishes they were you were not
Instead of second guessing freedom thoughts of quiet suicide
But right now I'm staring at the window at a frame
With holes in his arm and holes in his jeans
He pulled out his ciggerette sparked the light
And walked right around the corner just outta my sight
But yo I'm just taking it in
From the second story hotel window again
The TV's on and my bags are packed
But in this world everything can change just like that, like that
But yo I'm just taking it in
From the second story hotel window again
The TV's on, and my bags are packed
But in this world everything can change just like that, like that
Ya, right now somebody's sitting in the darkness
Trying to figure out how to put some heat in their apartment
But they got no mattress no carpet
And they appreciate it 'cause some people on a park bench
You see them when you rushing to get to the office
Wife robbed blind when she coming from the market
Right now somebody coming out from the pocket
Trying to dump that rock they run around the block with
The same time the cops is raising the glock with aim
To fill your legs and back with some hot shit
Right now somebody struggling to stop this man
Who's kicking and punching and cussing at the doctors
Down the hall the child taking his first breath
The doctors ain't even passed him to the nurse yet yo
I wonder if he understands what it's worth yet
Like the time spent while we here on the earth yet
The answer to the question that we all seek
Can be found depend on how free y'all think
Right now it's somebody who ain't eat all week
That would kill for the shit that you throw away in the street
I guess ones man's trash is the next man's treasure
One man's pain is the next man's pleasure
One say infinity the next say forever
Right now everybody got to get it together man
I'm just taking it in another strange hotel lobby again
Put my luggage on my back, I don't know where I'm at
I'm in world where we all change just like that
Yeah, but no I'm just taking it in
Out the window of a hotel bedroom again
Tomorrow I'll be gone, I don't know when I'll be back
But in this world everything can change just like that, like that, yeah
You ready? Let's go
Yeah, for those of you that want to know what we're all about
It's like this y'all come on
This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name
Mike, he doesn't need his name up in lights
He just wants to be heard whether it's the beat or the mic
He feels so unlike everybody else, alone
In spite of the fact that some people still think that they know him
But fuck 'em he knows the code
It's not about the salary it's all about reality and makin' some noise
Makin' the story makin' sure his clique stays up
That means when he puts it down Tak's pickin' it up, let's go
Who the hell is he anyway? He never really talks much
Never concerned with status but still leavin' them star struck
Humbled through opportunities given despite the fact
That many misjudge him because he makes a livin' from writin' raps
Put it together himself, now the picture connects
Never askin' for someone's help, to get some respect
He's only focused on what he wrote, his will is beyond reach
And now when it all unfolds, the skill of an artist
This is twenty percent skill, eighty percent fear
Be a hundred percent clear 'cause Ryu is ill
Who would've thought he'd be the one to set the west in flames?
And I heard him wreckin' with the crystal method, name of the game
Came back dropped Megadef, took 'em to church
I'm like 'bleach, man, why you have the stupidest verse?
This dude is the truth, now everybody givin' him guest spots
His stock's through the roof I heard he fuckin' with S-dot
This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name
They call him Ryu the sick and he's spittin' fire an' mike
Got him out the dryer he's hot found him in Fort Minor with Tak
A fuckin' annihilist porcupine he's a prick, he's a cock
The type women want to be with and rappers hope he gets shot
Eight years in the makin' patiently waitin' to blow
Now the record with Shinoda's takin' over the globe
He's got a partner in crime, his shit is equally dope
You won?t believe the kind of shit that comes out of this kid's throat
Tak, he's not your everyday on the block
He knows how to work with what he's got
Makin' his way to the top
People think it's a common owner?s name
People keep askin' him was it given at birth
Or does it stand for an acronym?
No, he's livin' proof got him rockin' the booth
He'll get you buzzin' quicker than a shot of vodka with juice
Him and his crew are known around as one of the best
Dedicated to what they doin? give a hundred percent
Forget Mike, nobody really knows how or why he works so hard
It seems like he's never got time
Because he writes every note and he writes every line
And I've seen him at work when that light goes on in his mind
It's like a design is written in his head every time
Before he even touches a key or speaks in a rhyme
And those motherfuckers he runs with, those kids that he signed
Ridiculous, without even tryin', how do they do it?
This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name
This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name
Yeah, Fort Minor, M. Shinoda
Styles of Beyond, Ryu, Takbir
Machine Shop
Yall are not, not, not Ready HO
Not not ready HO
We're gonna drop it steady so
Do it like that
Like that (like that)....
Now why is everybody so petrified?
WHAT?
Petrified?
WHAT?
Step aside.
And just drop that...
COME ON!
Drop that...
COME ON!
Drop that...
COME ON!
Drop that...
COME ON!
Yeah
How you doin’, y’all?
My name is Mike.
I’m fooling with the new shit
I'm doing it all night
I like what i do
I do what i like
I could quit and get it back like i’m riding a bike
Like stop...
...bring it back, bring it back
We got that balance keeping us on track
That ya get what ya move and quit, wit no slow
You stare like you don’t care
But you do it though
I know
You really must be so lonely
Puffed up, lookin’ tough, but so phony
You and your boys, you don’t know me
You really wanna hold me show me, homie.
Lets get it over with for good
I got a friction addiction i wish you would
Machine Shop rockin’ when we step inside
And we got everybody so petrified
Now why is everybody so petrified?
WHAT?
Petrified?
WHAT?
Step aside.
And just drop that...
COME ON!
Drop that...
COME ON!
Drop that...
COME ON!
Drop that...
COME ON!
Listen you are not ready
Like children in a building you can’t stand steady
It must be the beat so heavy
Coz i panic attacks like a crack in the levy
Give you that Robert Plant
Dancing days are back
Feeling all in the track and in fact
For those knowing the name
I'm back with a brand new attack
Who can do it like that?
You really must be so lonely
Puffed up, lookin’ tough, but so phony
You and your boys, you don’t know me
You really wanna hold me show me, homie.
Tough talk doesn’t mean a thing
Get over youself you know when we're up in a scene
Its Machine Shop rockin’ when we step inside
And we got everybody so petrified
Now why is everybody so petrified?
WHAT?
Petrified?
WHAT?
Step aside.
And just drop that...
COME ON!
Drop that...
COME ON!
Drop that...
COME ON!
Drop that...
COME ON!
Now why is everybody so petrified?
WHAT?
Petrified?
WHAT?
Step aside.
And just drop that...
COME ON!
Drop that...
COME ON!
Drop that...
COME ON!
Drop that...
COME ON!
Yall are not, not, not Ready HO
Not not ready HO
We're gonna drop it steady so
Do it like that
Like that (like that)...
Yall are not, not, not Ready HO
Not not ready HO
We're gonna drop it steady so
Do it like that
Like that (like that)...
Get UP
Now why is everybody so petrified?
WHAT?
Petrified?
WHAT?
Step aside.
And just drop that...
COME ON!
Drop that...
COME ON!
Drop that...
COME ON!
Drop that...
COME ON!
Like stop...
...Bring it back Bring it back
We got that balance keeping us on track
Like stop...
...Bring it back Bring it back
We got that balance keeping us on track
Like stop...
...Bring it back Bring it back
We got that balance keeping us on track
Like stop...
...Bring it back Bring it back
We got that balance keeping us on track
Stop...stop...stop...stop...stop...stop...stop...stop..
My father came from Japan in 1905
He was, 15 when he immigrated from Japan
He, he, he worked until he was able to buy this patch
And build a store
Let me, tell you the story in the form of a dream
I don't know why I have to tell it, but I know what it means
Close your eyes, just picture the scene
As I paint it for you, it was World War II
When this man named Kenji woke up
Ken was not a soldier
He was just a man, with a family, who owned a store in L.A.
That day, he crawled out of bed like he always did
Bacon and eggs with wife and kids
He lived on the second floor of a little store, he ran
He moved to L.A. from Japan
They called him 'Immigrant'
In Japanese, he'd say, he was called, Esay
That meant 'First generation in the United States'
When everyone was afraid of the Germans, afraid of the Japs
But most of all afraid of a homeland attack
And that morning when Ken went out on the doormat
His world went black 'cause
Right there, front page news, three weeks before 1942
"Pearl Harbour's been bombed and the Japs are comin'"
Pictures of soldiers dyin' and runnin'
Ken knew what it would lead to
Just like he guessed, the President said
"The evil Japanese in our home country will be locked away"
They gave Ken, a couple of days
To get his whole life packed in two bags
Just two bags, couldn't even pack his clothes
Some folks didn't even have a suitcase, to pack anything in
So two trash bags, was all they gave them
When the kids asked mum, "Where are we goin'?"
Nobody even knew, what to say to them
Ken didn't wanna lie, he said, "The US is lookin' for spies
So we have to live in a place called Mandinar
Where a lot of Japanese people are"
Stop it, don't look at the gunmen
You don't wanna get the soldiers wonderin'
If you gonna run or not,
'Cause if you run then you might get shot
Other than that, try not to think about it
Try not to worry 'bout it bein' so crowded
Someday, we'll get out, someday, someday
As soon as war broke out
The G.I. came and they just come to the house
And you have to come all the Japanese have to go
They took Mr.Lee, people didn't understand
Why did they have to take him?
Because he's an innocent labor
So now, they're in a town with soldiers surroundin' them
Every day, every night, look down at them
From watch towers up on the wall
Ken couldn't really hate them at all
They were just doin' their job and
He wasn't gonna make any problems
He had a little garden, with vegetables and fruits that
He gave to the troops in a basket his wife made
But in the back of his mind, he wanted his families life saved
Prisoners of war in their own damn country, what for?
Time passed in the prison town
He wanted them to live it down when they were free
The only way out was, joinin' the army
And supposedly, some men went out for the army, signed on
And ended up flyin' to Japan with a bomb
That 15 kilotonne blast, put an end to the war pretty fast
Two cities were blown to bits, the end of the war came quick
Ken got out, big hopes of a normal life, with his kids and his wife
But, when they got back to their home
What they saw made them feel so alone
These people had trashed every room
Smashed in the windows and bashed in the doors
Written on the walls and the floor 'Japs not welcome anymore'
And Kenji dropped both of his bags at his sides and just stood outside
He, looked at his wife without words to say
She looked back at him, wiped the tears away
And, said, "Someday, we'll be okay, someday"
Now, the names have been changed, but the story's true
My family was locked up back in '42
My family was there it was dark and damp
And they called it, an internment camp
When we first got back from camp, uhh
It was pretty, pretty bad, I, I remember my husband said
"Are we gonna stay 'til last?"
Let's go, y'all
These people are runnin' off at the mouth
Tryin' to convince me that I'm runnin' on empty
Tryin' to convince themselves, that the record with Jay was a fluke
That the record that I'm makin' is a mistake, and I can't take this
Lemme, tell you where I'm at with this
You bastards, are gonna have to take back that shit
I'm not plastic and fake
When I make tracks, I take facts and lay 'em out for the masses
You assholes are gonna see soon that I'm not playin'
Start askin' me the names that I'm not sayin'
But I'm tryin' to be bigger than the bickerin'
Bigger than the petty name calling under the breath talking
Rumors and labels and categorization
I'm like a struggling doctor, no patients
But you can say, what you want about me
Keep talking, while I'm walking away
You can say, what you have to say
'Cuz my mind's made up anyway
I'm takin' the high road going above you
This is the last time that I'm gonna trust you
You can say, what you have to say
'Cuz my mind's made up anyway
All that bullshit you talk might work a lot
But it's not gonna work today, not gonna work today
You people are runnin' off at the mouth
Tryin' to make me take myself off safety
Tryin' to make my friends turn their backs on the team we built
Buildin' up some mistaken information and I can't take this
Lemme, spell it out plain for you
Angry groups complain about the things we do
I'm not changin' direction, I'm steppin' my game up
Maintaining my name, the same way I came up
You're gonna see that I'm not playing
Start askin' the names, that I'm not sayin'
But I'm trying not to mention the names of people
Who wanna sight and attention
You like the hype but pretendin' you're part of the picture won't pass
You're like a high school dropout, no class
And you can say, what you want about me
Keep talking, while I'm walking away, bitch
You can say, what you have to say
'Cuz my mind's made up anyway
I'm taking the high road going above you
This is the last time that I'm gonna trust you
You can say, what you have to say
'Cuz my mind's made up anyway
All that bullshit you talk might work a lot
But it's not gonna work today, not gonna work today
Why does it always have to be
Somebody's always watching me
All I really need is some room to
Breathe, breathe, breathe
Is anybody out there listening?
'Cuz I can't stand to keep this in
All I really want, I'll say it again, again
You can say, what you have to say
'Cuz my mind's made up anyway
I'm taking the high road going above you
This is the last time that I'm gonna trust you
You can say, what you have to say
'Cuz my mind's made up anyway
All that bullshit you talk might work a lot
The dude, he said that, like when we were making
The first Linkin Park record, he was like
"Yeah, you know, I don't know about the rapping like
I don't know if it's, like maybe you should just be a rock band"
You know what I mean, like trying to change us
Like they signed us as an act
Like what we sound like and then he's like
"Oh, I don't know, maybe you should just play keyboard"
Before the first song that you heard me on
There were people already tryin' to get me gone
Tellin' me to quit rapping, just play the keys
That my band had a singer, they didn't need me
But my band had my back, so we did the tracks
Put out the album and the talk went flat
It was funny at first but then the humor faded
When some magazines printed that our label made us
We were to be good to be true
Some were saying ghost writers were writin' all that we do
So we had to disprove it, we spelled it out to the detail how we do it
When we're making this music, after that I made it a rule
I only do e-mail responses to print interviews
Because these people love to put a twist to your words
To infer that you said something fucking absurd
Oh, did I lose you at infer?
Not used to hearing a verse that uses over first grade vocabulary words?
People used to infer that we were manufactured
Now I've got the interviews on file
Which people said what, which number to dial
So now every enemy screaming insanity
All they're ever gonna be's another big fan of me
Bitch
Ha ha ha, you believe that? Like that's crazy
Sounds crazy right? You're like this point, at this point you figure
You hear that and you're like, "That guy is out of his mind"
But honestly at that point, besides the fact that he wanted me
To just play keyboard or whatever, he didn't want me to rap
He was like maybe Joe Hahn should, um, wear a lab coat
And a cowboy hat on st, like when we play
I swear to God he's crazy, it was crazy, cowboy hat, yeah
And later on he claimed that he wrote our
All our songs, so that was real nice
I guess that this is where we?ve come to
If you don?t want to, then you don?t have to believe me
But I will be there when you go down
Just so you know now you?re on your own now, believe me
Yo I don?t wanna be the one to blame
You like fun and games, keep playin ?em I?m just sayin'
Think back, then we was like one and the same
On the right track but I was on the wrong train
It?s like that now you gotta face the pain
And the devil?s got a fresh new place to play
In your brain like a maze you can never escape
The rain every damn day?s the same shade of gray
Hey, I used to have a little bit of a plan
Used to, have a concept of where I stand
But that concept slipped right outta my hand
Now, I don't really even know who I am
Yo what do I have to say, maybe
I should do what I have to do to break free and
Whatever happens to you, we?ll see
But it?s not gonna happen with me
I guess that this is where we?ve come to
If you don?t want to, then you don?t have to believe me
But I will be there when you go down
Just so you know now you?re on your own now, believe me
Back then, I thought you were just like me
Somebody who could see all the pain I see
But you proved to me unintentionally
That you would self destruct eventually
Now I?m thinkin' like the mistake I made doesn?t hurt
But it?s not gonna work 'cause it's really much worse than I thought
I wished you were something you were not
And now this guilt is really all that I?ve got
You turned your back and walk away ashamed
All you got is a memory and pain, nothing makes sense
You can stare at the ground, and hearin? my voice inside your head
When no one else is around
So what do I have to say
Maybe I should do what I have to do to break free man
Whatever happens to you we'll see
But this not gonna to me
I guess that this is where we?ve come to
If you don?t want to, then you don?t have to believe me
But I will be there when you go down
Just so you know now you?re on your own now, believe me
I guess that this is where we?ve come to
If you don?t want to, then you don?t have to believe me
But I will be there when you go down
Just so you know now you?re on your own now, believe me
I?m doin? what I have to do
You?re on your own now believe me
Whatever happens to you
You?re on your own now believe me
What do I have to say
You?re on your own now believe me
It?s not gonna happen to me
Green Lantern, uh, MS, Lupe
Ya know, I'm a fan man, I'm a real fan
(Gonna be somebody)
Feel real honored to be up in here, ya know I'm sayin'
(Gonna be someone)
They had to bring out the expensive mics for this one
(Gonna be somebody)
Ya know I'm sayin' the seven thousand dolla
Headphones for this one here
Yeah, ya know I'm sayin'
(Gonna be someone)
Come on, talk to 'em
This is the story of them against us, win or lose
Forcin your feet into someone else's shoes
Everybody's got somein' to say
That we oughta live their way
What were doin's not okay in this world
Everybody's got a chip on both sides of their neck
Got no respect, wait up a sec
You ever feel like the pressure's too much too take
Too much weight
'Ladies and Gentlemen
If anybody can hear me right now
Please shout back'
We're not the only one's feelin' so trapped
In a dream of somebody else in fact
They got their heads full of some overblown scheme
Opportunity they missed
Back when they were sixteen
And all they want to do is push you to be that
And all you wanna do is scream back
Gonna be somebody
For anybody tellin' me I can't
Gonna be someone
For anyone who told me I had no chance
Gonna be somebody
I'm tellin' you the time has come
(Like that)
Gonna be someone
And maybe you'll get it when I'm finally done
We don't sleep to dream
We sleep to build stamina
Energy to do our thing
Get your camera
'Cause this ride is about to begin
Sit down and buckle it in
Let me say it again in this world
Everybody's got a chip on both sides of their neck
Got no respect, wait up a sec
When I was young
They said the odds of makin' it
We're slim to none, ladies and fuck it
I'm tired of them sayin'
The dream you have doesn't exist
Tellin' you you're worthless
Sayin' you should quit
Basically tellin' you that you'll never be shit
Really they're pissed 'cause they'll never achieve
Some opportunity they missed
Back when they were sixteen
And all they want to do is push you to be that
And all you wanna do is scream back
Uh, they gone think you're crazy
Mumblin' to yourself in the basement all day
Uh uh uhin' to ya self, my pops didn't dig it
Was shovelin to myself, my boys used to get it
They dug it because they felt
My undertakin' took me
I was makin' in my stealth
For wealth of rhymes, of crazy
I was chuckin' to myself
Then they went into the mental Rolodex
See I'm knowin' 'bout heart
Like a brain in my chest
And I took up a school
Where subjects was gettin' felt
Books under my seat
No book layin' on my desk
My teacher's like, Mr. Jacob
Yes? With all that knowledge
You aint tryin' to go to college
Be a lawyer or a doctor
Get a whole lotta dollas
Rather degrade women
And glorify violence
Well, the work that works for me
Might not work for you
No homework, I got work to do
Gonna be somebody
For anybody tellin' me I can't
Gonna be someone
For anyone who told me I had no chance
Gonna be somebody
I'm tellin' you the time has come
(Like that)
Gonna be someone
And maybe you'll get it when I'm finally done
('Im finally done)
This is an invasion, Fort Minor
The Rising Tied in stores
Where'd you go? I miss you so
Seems like it's been forever
That you've been gone
She said, some days I feel like sh**
Some days I wanna quit, and just be normal for a bit
I don't understand why you have to always be gone
I get along, but the trips always feel so long, and
I find myself tryin' to stay by the phone
'Cause your voice always helps me to not feel so alone
But I feel like an idiot, workin' my day around the call
But when I pick up I don't have much to say, so
I want you to know it's a little messed up
That I'm stuck here waitin', at times debatin'
Tellin' you that I've had it with you and your career
Me and the rest of the family here singing
Where'd you go? I miss you so
Seems like it's been forever that you've been gone
Where'd you go? I miss you so
Seems like it's been forever that you've been gone
Please come back home
You know the place where you used to live?
Used to barbeque up burgers and ribs
Used to have a little party every halloween with candy by the pile
But now, you only stop by every once in a while
Yeah, I find myself just fillin' my time
With anything to keep the thought of you from my mind
I'm doin' fine, and I'm plannin' to keep it that way
You can call me if you find that you have somethin' to say
And I'll tell you, I want you to know it's a little messed up
That I'm stuck here waitin', at times debatin'
Tellin' you that I've had it with you and your career
Me and the rest of the family here singing
Where'd you go? I miss you so
Seems like it's been forever that you've been gone
Where'd you go? I miss you so
Seems like it's been forever that you've been gone
Please come back home
I want you to know it's a little messed up
That I'm stuck here waitin', no longer debatin'
Tired of sittin' and hatin' and makin' these excuses
For why you're not around, and feeling so useless
It seems one thing has been true all along
You don't really know what you got 'til it's gone
I guess I've had it with you and your career
When you come back I won't be here and you can sing it
Where'd you go? I miss you so
Seems like it's been forever that you've been gone
Where'd you go? I miss you so
Seems like it's been forever that you've been gone
Please come back home
Please come back home
Please come back home
Please come back home
Ready? Let's Go
Yeah, ladies and gentlemen, pleased to meet you
I go by the name of Sixx John
Of course you know Mike Shinoda
Uh oh, let's go, one time
For my Machine Shop crew
And then it's two times
S.O.B. and L.P. too
And then it's three times
It's Mike and Sixx on the track
And then four times
When we come in through the back they're saying
Oh no, close the door
Shut the lights and start the show
Better let everybody know
Get on the mic and there they go
Oh no, close the door
Shut the lights and start the show
Better let everybody know
Get on the mic and there they go
Dangerous bitch, ya can't really hang with us and this
Everybody's so afraid of us, shit
Makes me wanna hang it up and quit
Forget about all the things you heard before
'Bout time that we're kicking down your door
Everybody's gonna hit the fuckin' floor
Please, Mike, don't hurt me anymore
I don't gotta have a secret lie or an alibi
Everybody knows why I'm here
Not just for some crack, get a bottle
Let's crack you over the head with a bottle of beer
So just listen up there powder-puff
Better believe that I'm not playing
You can love it, you can hate
But don't mistake it, everybody's saying
Oh no, close the door
Shut the lights and start the show
Better let everybody know
Get on the mic and there they go
Oh no, close the door
Shut the lights and start the show
Better let everybody know
Get on the mic and there they go
What you really wanna do is this
Just make believe that I don't exist
But you won't, 'cause everytime you go to spit
(Yo, check this)
I talk over you just like this
It's annoying just for you
You could scream all day till your face is blue
I'm getting in your head and you know it too
And that's just me you don't know my crew
My man Sixx John understand though
The way that he flows, you can call him Rambo
Never missed a shot, never run outta ammo
Come out wit' heat like a goddamned commando
And add in S.O.B., Ryu, Tak, Vin Skully
Cheap shot and now you see, fuck with me? Nah, Sixx
Oh no, uh oh, whatever you get when you see that door closed
I'm a bail through the back straight to the bar so I can act a fool
I figured you guys would get a little surprise
Your eyes wide when it's me and Mike Shinod
I'm just plain ol Sixx John from the Nam district
This is not supposed, I still talk with awkward speech
I'm like a dog that's off his leash
Step out with a Fort Minor patch on a black tee
Niggas scared to walk these streets, I ain't trippin' homie
Talk is cheap, acapellla or we can walk on a beat
And if that ain't enough action
I got seventeen pages in this little magazine I keep
We got this place rocking beat knocking, non stoppin'
If y'all all with it let me hear it now, yeah, yo
We got this place rocking beat knocking, non stoppin'
If y'all all with it let me hear it now, yeah, yo
One time
For my Machine Shop crew
And then it's two times
S.O.B. and L.P. too
And then it's three times
It's Mike and Sixx on the track
And then four times
We do it like that, like that, like that, like that
Come with me
Let me walk in through the world that I currently stay
You can take a look around and tell me if I’m mistaken
You can meet and talk to everybody that I live with
Maybe you could tell me why everybody’s so distant
Is it me or maybe, when I look around daily
I don’t even know the people I can put my trust in
lately
People that I used to hang with now their actin’ to
different
I’m still the same person why doesn’t anybody listen
Can somebody please just explain to me
What happened to the way that we always said we’d be
Right now I don't know why I push through the pain that
I got through
And I’m losin’ hope
[chorus]
Deafening voices
That frequency inside my head that says
I’m going at it the hard way I focus
Get everything inside out of my brain that claims
I’m going at it the hard way
Come with me
Let me walk in through the world that I currently live
Not a thing is forgotten, not a thing is forgiven
Nobody can hold their own underneath the weight but
Nobody can take the blame for their own mistakes so
What do you do when somebody lets you down
And you wanna say something but you can’t cause their
not around
Inside you think they know the extent of the pain
But they won’t even admit that they were the one to
blame
Can somebody please just explain to me
What happened to the way that we always said we’d be
Cause right now I don't know why I push through the
pain that I got through
And I’m losin’ hope
[chorus]
Voices in my head
Can somebody please just explain to me
What happened to the way that we always said we’d be
Right now I don't know why I push through the pain that
I got through
And I’m losin’ hope, give me one reason not to
These hungry rappers battle for a buck and some change
There really be kids starving
Give a fuck if it change
Shock rap
Not that
You get signed you might blow up
Release Party In Iraq.
You might blow up
I see you trying to think a few lines you might get at me with
Slap happy with babies who’re born with crack in they cribs
Too much to cram under you oversized titled
And the public system failed you
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 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
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
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, 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 the gallery there soon, man
Why? I'm not gonna be famous one day
Why do you always say that?
Man, I love this rap game mainly 'cuz it's cool
To add a little spice to the life you've been through
Everyone exaggerates, a tiny little bit
Make that shit sound more gangster than it really is
You can't appear weak, man, we wanna hear street
We wanna hear you spit your thug over this here beat
Don't take it as sarcastic, I can't get enough
I'm tellin' you, you can call my bluff
If it's not rough, then I really don't need it
I'm not even ashamed
I got too much reality that's fillin' up my brain
So sell me on that product, I'm addicted to the game
Suck it up like a cigarette, light it up
It's just like a cigarette, it's somethin' that I do
Once in a while but, between me an' you
It's just like a cigarette, nobody's really fooled
I don't want the truth, I wanna feel fuckin' cool
Let me tell you something, that I realized tonight
My hip-hop radio is like Marlboro lights
They're both sellin' stories and they sound about the same
Cigarettes say they're safe, rappers claim they really bang
We don't care if it's true when we lay the money down
We don't believe the words, we just love the way they sound
They're acting like we're idiots, they're lyin' to our face
Maybe we are idiots, we buy it anyway
I'm runnin' out to get the next rapper's CD
Just suckin' up the guns, drugs and misogyny
The same way that I suck up all the stories
When I breathe that little bit of death supposedly cancer-free
And everything they say's got the truth twisted up
But twisted up's what I want man, I can't get enough
'Cuz even though we know it's all just a big bluff
We just light another up, what, we don't give a fuck
It's just like a cigarette, it's something that I do
Once in a while, but between me and you
It's just like a cigarette, nobody's really fooled
I don't want the truth, I wanna feel fucking cool
It's just like a cigarette, it's something that I do
Over and over, but between me and you
It's just like a cigarette, nobody's really fooled
I don't want the truth, I wanna feel fucking cool
Listen to my words, listen for a while
Lip Service radio, don't touch the dial
If you're in the car, turn up the track man
Give your whole neighborhood some second hand rap
Matter of fact, listen for a while
Lip Service radio, don't touch the dial
If you're in the car man, turn up the track
And give the whole neighborhood some second hand rap
It's just like a cigarette, it's something that I do
Once in a while, but between me and you
It's just like a cigarette, nobody's really fooled
I don't want the truth, I wanna feel fucking cool
It's just like a cigarette, it's something that I do
Over and over, but between me and you
It's just like a cigarette, nobody's really fooled
[Green Lantern:]
...vasion!
[Mike:]
Hey Ap, why don?t you do the uh?the intro on this shit?
Apathy:
Yo Apathy, Fort Minor, Styles Of Beyond, Demigodz
[Mike:]
Here we go
[Apathy:]
Rappers like heavy metal and ghettos
Guns, metals and ammo
I pistol whip two of ya and fuck Meadows Soprano
A cat who sells them bugs but tell them thugs that
Rappers like, Rappers like
a'ight
Rappers like heavy metal and ghettos
Guns, metals and ammo
I pistol whip two of ya and fuck Meadows Soprano
A cat who sells them bugs but tell them thugs that
They don?t know how to carry more heat than welding gloves
I walk amongst the gods, keep my head in the clouds
Always show groupies love, getting head in the crowds
Put it in your girls mouth blast off like NASA
The master of nastiness
Transform a classy bitch into
A little cheap freak sadomasochist
Dastardly bastard who raps so disastorous
Spit and heal the cripple like Christ the miraculous
Who fights my savageness, turns punks pacifists
The police clock Ap like there he go
Always on the watch because I use to carry blow
Always lock her down but I never marry ho's
Burry foes when the flows comes through your stereo
[Mike:]
There we go flipping unpredictable verses
Cursing the first words like torrets on purpose
Flip the bird like a back-heavy jet
Perverse as it is
I can't stop and its making me nervous, ok?
Get me on a track and I'm cracking
Packing a backpack full of tracks on some CDs
Be me, fuck that and not likely
To bite me you need to be you times ninety
I got schemes and a team so hype we
Get on a scene make a scene on the nightly
Say what I mean, whether mean or politely
Living the dream in some clean white Nike's
Or DC's, I'm not giving a shit
Fuck the words that you heard and the lips that they hang from
I stay banging the bang bang drums and hanging you lames
in the same no name gangs you came from
I don?t got an excuse, just talking the truth
I'm fucking awesome when I'm rocking the booth
And I stay ready with hot bloc rocking abuse
Y'all are really not stopping us dude
Yeah Tak, get 'em
[Tak:]
It started off lookin' over and hit the galaxy
Now we are moving them over they are crowing me the Cali king
Anything tossed on my fuse getting chewed up
With a crew that sips a little brew way too much
Hooligans, smacked in the face with aluminum bats
Your fucking rap show's good as me, boo-booin
I said I was rude, step in the shoes, you don't believe me
You can ask Devin the dude how I strip down you bitch clown stand in my socks
Rip the mother fuckers ass like I'm Cannibal, watch
You want to be stoned? Beat 'em with a basket of rocks
Get your shit flowing feeling for the casket to drop
You know them S.O.B.'s never get the record to stop
Breaking the habit is impossible what happened to Tak?
He's unleashed, he's a beast so Sledge hand me a Bloc
Party, whats your corpses posing for? , the camera was shot, huh
Styles and Machine Shop, necklace fly
No wonder everyone is so petrified
I said, Styles and Machine Shop, necklace fly
No wonder everyone is so petrified
[Mike:]
You know me, I used to get caught up in everyday life
Tried to make it through my day so I could sleep at night
Tried to figure out my way through the maze
Of rights and wrongs, but like you used to say
Nothing feels like it's really worth it
Forget perfect, I'm trying not to be worthless
Since I last saw you I been lookin' for a purpose
Well I met this kid who thought like I did
He had a weird way of lookin' at it this is what he said
"Slip out the back before they know you were there
And at the worst you'll see nobody cares
'Cos you don't wanna be around when it all goes down
Even heroes know when to be scared
Slip out the back before they know you were there
And at the worst you'll see nobody cares
'Cos you don't wanna be around when it all goes down
Even heroes know when to be scared"
Now I don't remember where I met him or remember his name
But he walked funny like he was too big for his frame
Just over five foot but he weighed a buck fifty
And what he said just seemed so right it stuck with me
Listen it's like poker you can play your best
But you got to know when to fold your cards and take a rest
And know when to hold your cards and hold your breath
And hope that nobody else is stacking the deck because
I don't need to tell you that life isn't fair, it doesn't care
It momentarily cuts off your air, and like you
I want someone to say "It's okay"
But in the truest parts of our hearts everybody's afraid
But just under appreciated and overwhelmed
Fighting so hard to hide our fear that were scaring ourselves
You understand when I'm saying that you always did
But it's different in the words of a cowardly kid said
"Slip out the back before they know you were there
And at the worst you'll see nobody cares
'Cos you don't wanna be around when it all goes down
Even heroes know when to be scared
Slip out the back before they know you were there
And at the worst you'll see nobody cares
'Cos you don't wanna be around when it all goes down
Even heroes know when to be scared"
I'm no hero, you remember how I was, you know
All I ever did was worry, feeling out of control
To the point where everything was going end over end
I'm spinning around in circles again
This is where you come in all of this to explain to you why
I had to separate myself away from yesterday's life
Please remember this isn't how I hoped it would be
But I had to protect you from me
Thats why I slipped out the back before you knew I was there
I know you felt unprepared
But every single time I was around I just bring you down
And I could tell that it was time to be scared
Thats why I slipped out the back before you knew I was there
And I know the way I left wasn't fair
I didn't want to be around just to bring you down
I had a friend named Victor, the two of us used to hang every single day
And it seemed like overnight that his whole life just changed
I know when his mom and dad broke up, it didn't make sense
But i know that his dad was a drunk and he gambled away the rent
Pretty soon Vic was seeing red, pissed off and instead
Had drink every night until he passed out and then had to do it all again
The whole time spelling on the outside to cover the pain
But on the inside all he was trying to do was get away
Trying to get away
Let the pain of yesterday
Go slipping through the cracks
Yo, funny how things change color than fade to another shade
When you had it made it was all good but now look just another day
It was so fresh, and it was so clean, never saw it gone, one, two, three
Lights out, which way to turn, can't get a grip, all alone in a big white house
Every day gets worse and you just curse until your head bursts
And it hurts so bad she left, you think to yourself
I shoulda thought of that one first
No family, no kids, can't accept what you did
Now you wanna run away but you can't 'cause the past comes back again
Slippin' through the cracks, have a little shack, go to bed half dead
What about rent, why does every cent gotta be a bet, when's it gonna end
Oh my God, we don't got a penny left, my moms gotta find a way
To get a job, out of debt, out of dodge out of breath, out of this big problem
My pops wanna get away from the pain in a better place in his brain
But the ********** he takes makes him wasted
So sick if hes gonna faint, the good Lord would come take him
I'm shaking now wake up, you son of a *****
He's trying to get away, let the pain of yesterday
Go slipping through the cracks
Hiding himself away, watching all the memories fade away
From red to black
He's trying to get away, let the pain of yesterday
Go slipping through the cracks
Hiding himself away, watching all the memories fade away
From red to black
Slipping through the cracks
Slipping through the cracks
This is not a story that you've heard or you know
Everyone in black from the head to the toe
And I'm sitting in the back in the very last row
Hearing everyone ask why I had to go
Ladies and gentlemen we're gathered here today
To talk about the end and a friend gone away
Talking about pretending, that they don't know what to say
And they're tripping over words but they're talking anyway
Mingling and singing all these really sad songs
Talking of what I did right and forgetting all my wrongs
Saying how they'll miss me so much now that I'm gone
Man this is depressing
Let's move on
Let's move on
Come back to life like the light of the dawn
It's like a tightrope just move right along
Don't look down and don't step wrong
We don't have time so just move on
Friends from my past wiping tears on their sleeve
In between people that were never close to me
And as I turn my back on everyone to leave
I know that I'll be back to see them all eventually
I've gotta go away just to try something new
Cause what I'm used to isn't all that I can do
Just a change of scenery, just another view
Take it back to the beginning
Take it back to the roots
Let's move on
Come back to life like the light of the dawn
It's like a tightrope just move right along
Don't look down and don't step wrong
We don't have time so just move on
Come back to life like the light of the dawn
It's like a tightrope just move right along
Don't look down and don't step wrong
We don't have time so just move on
Just move on
(That beat is hard)
This is how it goes
Welcome one and all to the show
We're wired up
fired up
fucking ready to go
In the back of the parking lot outside of the bar
Twenty deep
twenty feet from the boulevard
Black hoodies
Black caps
Black label in glasses
Previewing the new shit before the masses
'Cause the first thing I need when i've got a new beat
Is to see how it sounds
echoing off the street
I just take it for a spin
Pop the CD in
Slide it up to ten and get that rearview shaking
Then play it again so there's no mistaking
San Andreas the block
Get this bitch earthquaking live
ready for it here we go
We got the whole block rocking in stereo
We're taking control
letting everybody know
And if you feel it
let me hear everybody go
You're not ready
I got plenty cuts for twenty months dropped steadily
Plenty tracks to empty on your wack pedigree
I'm backed heavily while you're back peddling
Forget the chitchat on me homie
kick back
I'm on that shit that can get your homie bitch-slapped
So zip your lip back
listen and watch
We got the whole block rockin' off the way the beat knocks
You don't have to warn the people on the corner
they know
That if you're standing on that corner then you're getting that show
World premiering you're hearing that Machine Shop flow
San Andreas the block
Get this bitch earthquaking like
Turn the key
turn the volume up to loud
Roll right
roll every window down
Let the whole block know what this is about
Turn it up y'all
These days are dark and the nights are cold
People acting like they lost their soul
And everywhere I go I see another person like me
Trying to make it all feel like home
Standing on the bridge in teh dark and I'm seeing my breath
Trying to make it home without freezing to death
And my grandfather's face is
stuck in my mind mind and how
Seeing him tonight's gonna be the last time I should've brought a jacket
Blowing in my hands like it's really gonna stop the chill
I buy a cup of coffee with a five dollar bill
thinking
Laying in that box people look so still
At times like these you start thinking
Your first breath in and the clock starts ticking
I'm not trying to bum anyone out
Not trying to be dramatic
just thinking out loud
I'm just trying to make some sense in my mind
Some defense from the cold that I'm feeling outside and for a minute
Escape with some rhythm and rhyme and
Get away from the grey
Just a bit at a time
Kinda funny how this world can treat you
Like a freak in a sideshow
a carnival creature
Climbing outta cans
I'm a diamond in the sand
But you cant tell the difference on a beach full of rhinestones
My life's like trying to swallow a pinecone
It's tough when you live fast
just to die slow
Talk to dial tones
my dreams are far-fetched
It seems
so I sleep underneath this park bench
I know it don't make sense
And I don't expect you to know what it's like
Smoke
drink
piss
sniffing everything in my sight
Push rocks in a pipe
Liftoff
I keep puffin 'til my lips turn white
And my chest gets tight
But who the fuck really cares
when you're
So far left behind that even death looks right
All I can do is hope for teh best and pray
That it gets a little better than yesterday
Pardon me
I think I'm nect to url
Too many problems going on
that's why i left my girl
Packed my bags and traveled with a pen and a notepad
Pissed that i was broke and all the things that I dont have
But still
I try toi find a way to escape
From all teh hate planted in my head which lead to mistakes
But now I'm breaking the mold
see I was patient and calm
Many sleep in the rain
but I'm awake in the storm
Writing my life in a short film
The Rise and Fall
How I managed to scorch hills
and climb the walls
Pound pavement
aimless in the cold existence
Even thought thangs are changing
I'm going the distance
Overcoming the doubt that had controlled for so long
And put it all behind me
'cause life still goes on
Now I'm much stronger and know where I stand
While lost souls search over and over again
These days are dark and the nights are cold
People acting like they lost their soul
And everybody's trying not to cry
trying to get by
And trying not to feel out of control
And if you look hard enough
Sometimes you'll find a place that might just remind you of home
But if it doesn't feel like home
You can do what I do
Yeah, like that Y'all
Uh huh, whoo, like that
Fort Minor, S.O.B.
Yeah, like this, listen
Attention please, I only need a second
To make a mental impression directly on any record so
Give me space to move, room to prove I'm stupid with the P's and Q's
Ladies and gentlemen I'm sending you bending
Pretending the pen is a needle, I'm injecting the venom
And I'll be damned if I let another man get to me
I'll bruise you with a shoe to the family jewelry
I'm back with fury, attack quickly
Sick with a BIC pen, all up in your shit man
You never knew the flow was sick as this
Bitch, listen when I'm letting you know
Got a grip on these tracks that you wish you got
Got a clique full of assholes, I kid you not
So when that mixtape's done and that album drops
Ryu and Tak and me got it loaded and locked, believe it
You still breathing? I'm cocking and squeezing
Tucked still? Nope, I don't give a fuck who sees it
Broad days sitting sideways, stuffed in a small cave
For three fucking weeks 'til you reek like dog waste
Ugh, really, I put a punk in his place
Let's see if he freestyles with a pump in his face
Got something to say? Please, better keep it a secret
The streets got hideous ways of handling beef, bitch
So eat shit, hate it or love it, the underdogs on top
Getting faded telling people to suck it
Bucking 'em down for real while you fucking around
I'm stuck in the house for months tryin to sharpen my skills
So how does it feel? You lames want to claim my throne
You got a better chance getting Danny Hayes on the phone
Good luck, I flame suckers 'til they're black and crispy
Sneaking heat up in the club like a flask of whisky
Yeah, I'm here to crack the roof in
You got a nice watch but your raps are useless
You better cut the crap 'fore i snap some nooses
And leave you all snoozing' on some afternoon shit
I hit the streets with a cake and batter for fun
Just to spit bleach in his face
It's lunchtime punk, open the face
Hit you with a punchline 'til you choke on your teeth
Catch me at the show rockin' in that tipsy mode
Like Angels and Demons unlocking DaVinci's Code
One drop in the cannister, people split the globe
Blowing every planet to shit once I hit the road
You in the tight bitch, cut you with apathy
I'm on the night shift see I hustle like cassidy
So kick that shit sound and let the west coast see
One of the illest names, Ribkat from S.O.B.
That's right, Fort Minor
We Major, Mike Shinoda, S.O.B.
Heavy Guard, Machine Shop, Linkin Park
Yo, you ready do this? Ok
Come on! Let's go!
This is an invasion
Evil genius Green Lantern
Mike Shinoda
Ladies and gentlemen
I would like to welcome you to a Fort Minor event
The countdown has begun
The Rising Tied is almost here
But for now...
Come on, Mike!
Yo, let's get it going in front of every man, anybody
You gotta be ready, it's heavy when we get it rowdy
We won't apologize or even think of saying sorry
This is the way we rock steady over everybody
You probably shocked, probably ready to stop this already
You probably can't hang with the way we attack it so steady
We let it rock the room and bang the Benz, shake the Chevy
'Til everybody feels it in the chest, say it with me
This is the time so just follow me
It's already heated to 100 degrees so
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Wait a second, you know the program, this is not a slow jam
This is not a love song, unless you love tearing shit down
Take a look around, you're not running this
The bluff in your nothing will hit you like a ton of bricks
Hit you together with pressure you can never stand
The softest leather just a featherweight, never man
We're not your competitors setting you straight
You never compete, forget it, it's already too late, go!
Yo, if you don't see, I'm a make you see this
If you don't roll, I'm a make you believe it
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Shh, give me a second, I'm collecting my thoughts
And setting plots, all right y'all ready or not?!
I've listened and watched and waited for an opening spot
And now that I got it, nobody can pay me to stop
I'm sick of that same thing I've been forced to hear
Over and over again, let me make this clear
If anybody pretends that we're nothing to fear
I solemnly swear it's over, you can tell 'em we're here
Yo, if you don't see, I'm a make you see this
If you don't roll, I'm a make you believe it
Get up, get up, get up, get up
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