(feat. Styles Of Beyond)
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[Mike:]
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Yeah, like that Y'all
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Uh huh, whoo, like that
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Fort Minor, S.O.B.
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Yeah, like this, listen
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Attention please, I only need a second
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To make a mental impression directly on any record so
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Give me space to move, room to prove I'm stupid with the P's and Q's
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Ladies and gentlemen I'm sending you bending
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Pretending the pen is a needle, I'm injecting the venom
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And I'll be damned if I let another man get to me
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I'll bruise you with a shoe to the family jewelry
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I'm back with fury, attack quickly
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Sick with a BIC pen, all up in your shit man
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You never knew the flow was sick as this
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Bitch, listen when I'm letting you know
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Got a grip on these tracks that you wish you got
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Got a clique full of assholes, I kid you not
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So when that mixtape's done and that album drops
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Ryu and Tak and me got it loaded and locked, believe it
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[Ryu:]
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You still breathing? I'm cocking and squeezing
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Tucked still? Nope, I don't give a fuck who sees it
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Broad days sitting sideways, stuffed in a small cave
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For three fucking weeks 'til you reek like dog waste
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Ugh, really, I put a punk in his place
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Let's see if he freestyles with a pump in his face
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Got something to say? Please, better keep it a secret
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The streets got hideous ways of handling beef, bitch
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So eat shit, hate it or love it, the underdogs on top
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Getting faded telling people to suck it
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Bucking 'em down for real while you fucking around
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I'm stuck in the house for months tryin to sharpen my skills
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So how does it feel? You lames want to claim my throne
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You got a better chance getting Danny Hayes on the phone
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Good luck, I flame suckers 'til they're black and crispy
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Sneaking heat up in the club like a flask of whisky
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[Tak:]
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Yeah, I'm here to crack the roof in
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You got a nice watch but your raps are useless
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You better cut the crap 'fore i snap some nooses
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And leave you all snoozing' on some afternoon shit
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I hit the streets with a cake and batter for fun
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Just to spit bleach in his face
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It's lunchtime punk, open the face
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Hit you with a punchline 'til you choke on your teeth
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Catch me at the show rockin' in that tipsy mode
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Like Angels and Demons unlocking DaVinci's Code
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One drop in the cannister, people split the globe
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Blowing every planet to shit once I hit the road
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You in the tight bitch, cut you with apathy
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I'm on the night shift see I hustle like cassidy
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So kick that shit sound and let the west coast see
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One of the illest names, Ribkat from S.O.B.
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[Green Lantern:]
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That's right, Fort Minor
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We Major, Mike Shinoda, S.O.B.
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Heavy Guard, Machine Shop, Linkin Park
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You know, man, this is an...
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Dolla
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Fort Minor |