(feat. Apathy, Tak of S.O.B.)
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[Green Lantern:]
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...invasion!
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[Mike:]
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Hey Ap, why don’t you do the uh…the intro on this shit?
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Apathy:
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Yo Apathy, Fort Minor, Styles Of Beyond, Demigodz
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[Mike:]
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Here we go
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[Apathy:]
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Yo, rappers like heavy metal and ghettos
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Guns, metals and ammos
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I pistol whip Tony and fuck Meadows Soprano
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A cat who sells them bugs but tell them thugs
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They don’t know how to carry more heat than welding gloves
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I walk amongst the gods, keep my head in the clouds
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Oh we show groupie love, getting head in the crowds
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Put it in girls mouth blast off like NASA
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The master of nastiness transform a classy bitch into
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A little sheen freak sadomasochist
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Dastardly bastard of rap so disastorous
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Spitting, healed a cripple like Christ the miraculous
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And fights my savageness, turns punks, pacifists
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The police clock Ap like there he go
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Always on the watch because I use to carry blow
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Always lock her down but I never marry ho's
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Barry foes when the flows comes through your stereo
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[Mike:]
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Here we go flipping up a predictable verse
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It’s a curse to burst words like turrets on purpose
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Put the verb like a backhand reject perverse as it is
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I can't stop and its making me nervous, ok?
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Get me on a track and I'm cracking
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Packing up a backpack full of tracks on some CDs
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Be me, fuck that and not like me
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To bite me you need to be you times ninety
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I got schemes and a team so hyped we
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Get on a scene make a scene on the nightly
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Say what I mean, whether mean or politely
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Living the dream in some clean white Nike's
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Or DC's, I'm not giving a shit
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Fuck the words that you heard and the lips that they hang from
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I stay banging to bang, bang drums and hanging you lames
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And the same no names gangs you came from
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I don’t got an excuse, just talking the truth
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I'm fucking awesome when I'm rocking the booth
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And I stay ready with hot bloc rocking abuse
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Y'all are really not stopping us dude, yeah Tak, get up
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[Tak:]
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It started off get on over and hit the galaxy
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Now we are movuing them over they are crowing me the Cali king
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Anything tossed on my fuse getting chewed up
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With a quota six and little good weight, too much
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Going to get smacked in the face with aluminum bats
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Your fucking raps as good as me, Bobo and
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I said I was rude, step in the shoes, you don't believe me
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You can ask Devin the dude how I strip down the bitch clown stand in my socks
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Whip the mother fuckers ass like I'm Cannibal, watch
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You want to be stoned? Even with a basket of ice?
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Get your shit flowing feeling for the casket to drop
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You know them S.O.B.'s never get the record to stop
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Breaking the habit is impossible what happened to Tak
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He's unleashed, he's a beast so Sledge hand me a bloc
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Party, whats your corpses posing for? , the camera was shot, huh
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Styles and Machine Shop, necklace fly
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No wonder everyone is so petrified
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I said, Styles and Machine Shop, necklace fly
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No wonder everyone is so petrified
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[Mike:]
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Let me hear that!
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Bloc Party
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| Fort Minor |
