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Fort Minor, / Fort Minor

Fort Minor, / Fort Minor.

 

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Nobody's Listening

[Mike Shinoda]
Let's go! Yeah (Green Lantern)
Mike Shinoda, aiyyo Green
Tell 'em what the name of the mixtape is
("Fort Minor: We Major") Let's go!

Yeah, peep the style and the kids checkin for it
The number one question is "How could you ignore it?"
We drop right back in the cut
The Evil Genius track and Mike's raps got you backin this up
Like rewind that, just rollin with the rhythm
Rise from the ashes of stylistic division
With these non-stop, lyrics of life livin
Not to be forgotten but still unforgivin
But in the meantime there are those
Who wanna talk this and that, so I suppose
Gets to a point, feelings gotta get hurt
And get dirty with the people spreadin the dirt
It's like

[Chorus: Chester Bennington - using voicebox]
Tried to give you warning but everyone ignores me
{"I told you niggaz nine or ten times to stop fuckin with me" a [Jay-Z]}
But nobody's listening
Called to you so clearly but you don't want to hear me
{"I told you niggaz nine or ten times to stop fuckin with me" a [Jay-Z]}
But nobody's listening

[Mike Shinoda]
I got a heart full of pain, head full of stress
Handful of anger held in my chest
And everything left's a waste of time
I hate my rhymes, but hate everyone else's more
I'm ridin on the back of this pressure
Guessin that it's better I can't keep myself together
Cause all of this stress gave me somethin to write on
Pain gave me somethin I could set my sights on
You never forget the blood, sweat and tears
The uphill struggle over years, the fear and
Trash talkin and the people it was to
Whattup to the Militia and the L.P.U., ha ha

[Chorus]

[Mike Shinoda (Chester Bennington)]
We got a heart full of pain, head full of stress (nobody's listening)
Handful of anger held in our chest (nobody's listening)
Uphill struggle, blood, sweat and tears (nobody's listening)
Y'all watch your back, Machine Shop is here!

[Green Lantern] "Fort Minor: We Major"

[sample of Kanye West's "We Major"]
"C'mon homie we major; we MAJOR?!
C'mon homie we major; we major
C'mon homie we major; we major, c'mon"

[Mike] Let's go!

 

Petrified

Y'all are not not r-ready no
Not r-ready no
We're about to 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! [x2]

Yeah
How ya doin', y'all?
My name is Mike.
I'm flowing 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...
...Dring it back, bring it back

We got that balance keeping us on track
That's ya get what you move quick, with no slow
You stare like you don't care
But you do though

I know
You really must be so lonely
Puffed up, like you're tough, but so phony
You and your boys, you don't know me
You really wanna hold me show me, homie.

Let's 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's so heavy
Causin' panic attacks like a crack in the levee

Give you that Robert Plant
Dancing days are back
Feeling all in the track and in fact
For those knowing the name
Of back with some brand new crap
Who can do it like that?

You really must be so lonely
Puffed up, like you're 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
You know for yourself 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!

Y'all are not not r-ready no
Not r-ready no
We're about to drop it steady so
Do it like that
Like that (like that)...

Y'all are not not r-read no
Not r-ready no
We're about to 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! [x2]

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..[fades out]

Machine Shop! shop...shop...shop [fades out]

 

Red to Black

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 didnt make sense but I know that his dad was a drunk
And he gambled away the rent
Pretty soon vic was seein red
Pissed off but instead
He'd drink every night til he passed out
Then hed do it all again
The whole time smiling on the outside to cover the pain
But on the inside all he was tryin to do was get away

He's dying to get away
Let the pain of yesterday go slipping through the cracks

Yo, Funny how things change color
Then fade to another shade
When you had it made it was all good
But now look just another day
It was so fresh it was so clean
Now its all gone
1, 2, 3, lights out
Which way to turn
Can't get a grip
All alone in the big white house
Everyday gets worse and you just curse
'Til your head bursts and it hurts so bad
She left like yourself should have thought of that one first
No family, no kids, can't accept what you did
Now you wanna runaway but you can't cuz the past comes back again

Slippin through the cracks
Sip a little jack
Go to bed half dead
What about rent
Why does every cent gotta be a bet
Whens it gonna end
Oh my god, we dont got a penny left My mom's gotta find a way to get a job
Outta debt, outta dodge, outta breath, outta this big problem
My pops wanna get away from the pain
In a better place in his brain
But the medication he takes makes him wasted
So sick he was gonna think the good lord would come take him
Im shakin him wake up you son of a bitch

He's dying 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 dying 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)

 

Remember the Name

[Intro]
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 - Mike Shinoda]
This is 10% luck,
20% skill,
15% concentrated power of will,
5% pleasure,
50% pain,
And 100% reason to remember the name!
Mike!

[Mike]
He doesn't need his name up in lights
He just wants to be heard whether it's the beat or the mic
And 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!

[Tak]
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 (help), to get some respect
He's only focused on what he wrote, his will is beyond reach
And now it all unfolds, the skill of an artist

[Ryu]
this is just 20% skill
80% fear, Be
a 100% 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 like bleach, man, ryu had 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!

[Chorus - Mike Shinoda]
This is 10% luck,
20% skill,
15% concentrated power of will,
5% pleasure,
50% pain,
And 100% reason to remember the name!

[Ryu]
They call him Ryu he Sick
And he's spittin fire and 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!

[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
He often gets a comment on his 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 (juice)
Him and his crew are known around as one of the best
Dedicated to what they do and give 100%

[Mike]
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
There is 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, the kids that he signed?
Ridiculous, without even trying, how do they do it?!

[Chorus - Mike Shinoda]
This is 10% luck,
20% skill,
15% concentrated power of will,
5% pleasure,
50% pain,
And 100% reason to remember the name!

This is 10% luck,
20% skill,
15% concentrated power of will,
5% pleasure,
50% pain,
And 100% reason to remember the name!

[Outro - Mike Shinoda]
Yeah! Fort Minor
M. Shinoda
Styles of Beyond -
Ryu! Takbir! Machine Shop!

 

Respect 4 Grandma

Are we recording right now?

Yea we're recording

I cant do it right now because my grandma is asleep in the room and I have to like go to like another room and like yell it

Go ahead

You know Respect for Grandma

You know what I mean

Scoop Deville
Your now rocking with a drunken battle,
We pack pumps like sluts when they
Traveling with shoes in the trunk
Im losing it punk
Missing a few screws and a nut
Im stupid as fuck
Im from the old school but I flunked
Black on Black
Rips with some grain to grip
Bitch slapping these trick rappers
Till they pay this pimp
Quit acting the click clacking
Like you famous shit
You faggots are broke with names out of gangsta flicks (Biatch)
What a joke, you aint never cut up coke on a scale
Or snuck dope through the border in a cocanut shell
Fuck No!
You want tell your little veteran tales
So when I put the smoke in your mouth
You better inhale
Suck it!

You ready lets get it
The games now finished
Its's all, weapons to aim with a 1000 rounds in it
Machine shop class mixtaped lynch men
Clapping at your tracks rabbits back to the benches yea
People famous call me the evil genius
Got them bumpin Styles
In the Buick people speeding
Brim with the tilt, cigar on my clutch
Your crying over spilled milk
Demigodz whats up?
Got a flask filled of that ole lucky number 7 brand
Get rid of your first string
I aint playing second hand
Your messing with butane
Get scorched in a torch fire
Look out for the new slang
You rocking with Fort Minor

Allrigth hold for a second
Yeah you know who the fuck this is
SOB mother fuckas
Demigodz mother fuckas
Mike Shinoda Mother Fuckas
And this is Celph Titled Mother Fuckas
We put a pipe bomb in your tail pipe and it go off mother fuckas
My gun don't fit through the doorway mother fuckas lets Go!

This is the last warning shot before we're letting this go
We don't have to say lay low
Ya'll already know
That when the lights goes dim
And the beat drops in
Even Texas cant hold them
Ante up and Im in
Im like Black Jack Johnson and MOP
Drinking handfuls of Jack Daniels (You'll see)
Cause when we hop into the Jeep to try out the CD
You'll want a low rider bucking bronco to Scoop's beat now
My name's Mike (mike), remember it well
More rock than raising hell
Rougher then Roc Deville
Ryu and Tak will tell you whats really the deal
If you want it come get us at the end of this twelve

Yea yea yea, you know the fuckin drill
Keeping it Godzilla up in the mother fuckin Home Depot
This is Celph Titled, the lame mile killer
This SOB, this is Demigodz, this is M Shinoda the cobra holder
And this is your brain on crack mother fucka!

Perfect... the guy is a genius

 

Right Now

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's gotta walk fourteen blocks to work at a shop where he's about to get fired.

Someone right now is looking pretty tired, starin' at a laptop trying to get inspired.
There's somebody, living right across the street just wrote the best thing that she's written all week, but her best friend's Coughing up blood in the sink, he 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

[Chorus]
But, yo, 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 and 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, but he's not really sure of the reasons, so we show our support when the press mislead them
Though we mourn, remain proud, and salute the troops, get some, I know you boys got some work to do

Meanwhile, right now someone's 25 to life-ing and is standing on the corner with their thumb up hitchhiking
scratching off a lotto ticket hoping for a real winner, sneaking through the water just to work and to eat a real dinner

Right now, someone wishes they were you and I, instead of second guessing fatal thoughts of quiet suicide
But right now staring at the window at a fiend, with holes in his arm and holes in his jeans
He pulled out a cigarette and sparked a 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
[Repeat]

Yeah, right now somebody's sittin' in the darkness trying to figure out how to put some heat in their apartment but
They got a little mattress, a little carpet, and they appreciate it cause some people on the park bench
You see 'em when you rushing to get to the office, wife ride by em when she comin' from the market

Right now somebody comin' out the pocket, tryin' to dump that rock, they run around the block with
Same time cops is raisin' the glock with aim to fill your legs and your back with some hot shit

Right now somebody's strugglin' to stop this man, that's kicking and punching and cussing at the doctors
Down the hall, a child is takin' his first breath the doctors ain't even passed him to the nurse yet
Yo, I wonder if he understand what it's worth yet,
Life, the time spent while we hear on the earth yet
The answers to the questions we all seek, can be found, it depend on how free y'all think

Right now, it's somebody who ain't eat all week, that would kill for the shit you throw away in the street
I guess one 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, 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, like that

Yea, 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

 

Slip Out the Back

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 dont wana 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 dont wana be around when it all goes down
Even heroes know when to be scared

I dont remember where I met him or remember his name
But he walked funny like he was just too big for his frame
Just over five foot but he weighed a buck fifty
And what he said seemed so right it stuck with me
Listen its 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 dont need to tell you that life isnt fair, it doesnt care
It arbitrarily cuts off your air, and like you I want someone to say its okay
But in the truest parts of our hearts everybody's afraid
But just underappreciated and overwhelmed
Fighting so hard to hide our fear that were scaring ourselves
You understand when im saying that you always did
But its different in the words of a cowardly kid

Slip out the back before they know you were there
And at the worst you'll see nobody cares
Cos you dont wana 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 dont wana be around when it all goes down
Even heroes know when to be scared

Im 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
Im 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 wasnt fair
I didnt want to be around just to bring you down
Im not a hero but dont think I didnt care

 

Spell It Out

ItIs like a triple-staged darkness, listen and drift
Every muscle in your skin starts to shake and shift
You can hate the gift, but my phrases daze your click
Spray your face when I spit, I mean it
You're just too conceited, repeating and repeating
You're a thugged out gangster pimp 'til you believe it
Seems like there's too much talk, we don't need it
I'm cool on your heat, you can keep it
It's not a big secret, this is a game you can't win
You're singing the same thing, but we're bringing the answer
Just close your eyes and pretend again that your skin
Isn't as thin as the skin you're in, bitch

(CHORUS)
Give me a second just to spell it out
So nobody can twist what i'm talking about
I don't have to fake anything I feel
Because we both know every word is real
So
Give me a second just to spell it out
So nobody can twist what i'm talking about
I don't have to fake anything I feel
Because we both know every word is real
Bitch
(2X)

It's like a triple-staged darkness, listen and drift
Every muscle in your skin starts to shake and shift
You can hate the gift, but my phrases daze your click
Spray your when I spit, I mean it
You're just too conceited, repeating and repeating
You're a thugged out gangster pimp 'til you believe it
Seems like there's too much pack, we don't need it
I'm cool on your heat, you can keep it
It's not a big secret, this is a game you can't win
You're singing the same thing, but we're bringing the answer
Just close your eyes and pretend again that your skin
Isn't as thin as the skin you're in, bitch

CHORUS)

 

Spraypaint & Ink Pens

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

 

Start It All Up

Yo
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, cause 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, cause all I want,
Is an excuse to let loose the tension I got

Give me a minute, I'll fill a newspaper with columns,
Cause people saying that I got an attitude 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 skin '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]

 

Stick N Move

This is how it's done, going for the title and crown
Renowned MC's surround as the beat breaks down
In 2 elements, clobbin' up those that had been the best
And as the M-I see the way it ought to be finessed
Yes, yes am I the one to keep you on your toes?
Most definitely in my b-boy pose
It's the electric boogaloo with the slight twist
Touch your chin to your chest to the rhythm like this
Now see what I have, I want you
Be with me or Stick N' Move
Now see what I had, I want you
Be with me or Stick N' Move

MC's dogging me since the first day I grabbed the mic
Now it's like Sit! Stay!
Cobra path lifestyles, I'm kickin'
Stickin' MC's real quick 'cause times tickin'
At the drop of the defense, I let loose the venom
Sendin', I try to verbal heat up in 'em
The ending will come, grab your family and run
Apocalyptic rhyme pattern taking shots from the sun
Record in this world, four-thousand-eighty-one
Question my intentions and your whole world is done
Like wars to Rome, turn your eyeballs into Saturn
Full metal jacket, fully auto rhyme pattern

Now see what I have, I want you
Be with me or Stick N' Move
Now see what I had, I want you
Be with me or Stick N' Move

Stick it, rock your whole clique and Im wicked
Move it, moving all my tunes and you groove it
Stick it, rock your whole clique and Im wicked
Move it, moving all my tunes and you groove it
Stick it, rock your whole clique and Im wicked
Move it, moving all my tunes and you groove it
Stick it, rock your whole clique and Im wicked
Move it, moving all my tunes and you groove it

Now see what I have, I want you
Be with me or Stick N' Move
Now see what I had, I want you
Be with me or Stick N' Move

 

Strange Things

Everybody up!
Let me introduce to you
A man that you heard of and you thought you knew
But give me a couple of seconds just to prove to you
You never did, but let me give you a chance to
I used to swear everybody had it in for me
People only wanted to talk to spit on me
So I'd paint pictures, draw a little bit
And every time I was pissed off at some kid
I'd get home and draw a little sketch
Of any kid I hated with a knife in the neck
A pencil in the eye and a hole in the back
I had a back pack of six sketches like that
And over time people started to see
The pictures that I made, made a lot of sense to me
But it never ready made much of a difference
They still talk shit, but not at close distance
And that sucked cause all I wanted to have
Was a little attention with the good and bad
But over time I got sick of trying
And kept making them pictures and kept redrawing lines

[Chorus]
I don't know where I'm going with this
I'm just reminiscing and telling the story of this
Sit back and take in the story of the kid
As I look back at the strange things I did

 

S.C.O.M.

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, but 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 movement.
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, in rows,
Cockin the glock and blows, 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 ain't 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 it'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 food for thought
I'm movin the bar, rap entrepenuer, rap lord
Come 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 sing

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

We'll slap the beeswax right out your grill! Hold up!

 

There They Go

Mike:
Machine Shop!!

Sixx:
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

Armed and 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
I'll just as soon crack a bottle
As crack you over your 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 'til 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
Cheapshot 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

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

We got this place rocking beat knocking, non stoppin'
If ya'll all with it let me hear it now, yeah, yo
We got this place rocking beat knocking, non stoppin'
If ya'll 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

(Clap, Clap Bitches)

 

What's Real

I have a dream of a scene between the green hills
The clouds pull away and the sunlight's revealed
People dont talk about keepin it real,
(it's understood that they actually will.)
An intoxicated and stimulated MC starin in the trees
Paranoid or caught in the breeze,
Watch them flee,
Hip hop pets take a walk with me
And what you'll see is a land
Where the sand's made of crushed up wax
And the sky beyond you is chrylon blue
And everybody speaks in a dialect of rhyme
MC's have left materialism behind them
Meanwhile I just grip my mic and
Hope me and my team make it through alright
Because say what you will and say what you might
But dont ignore who it's for at the end of the night because...

(Chorus)
This is dedicated to the kids
Dedicated to where the music lives
Dedicated to those who are tired of the same old same
Dedicated to the people advanced in the game
What's real? Is the kids that know that something's wrong
What's real? Is the kids who think they dont belong
What's real? Is the kids who have nowhere to run
Who are hiding in the shadows waiting for the sun.

I've seen a lot of shit,
I've talked to a bum out on sunset strip
He asked me "how would you feel
If everybody acted like you didn't exist?"
You'd lose your grip
Probably eventually flip.
So let it be known,
You're the only reason that we do this
Is so you can pick it up and just bang your head to it
While MC's fight to see who can be the commonest
We'd float overhead like a space odyssey monolith
Overseein the game, over bein part of the same old thing
It's all gonna change in a hurricane
Darkness and pain, and acidic rain
And promises you worked away the game
Meanwhile I just grip my mic and
Hope me and my team make it through alright
Because say what you will and say what you might
But dont ignore who it's for at the end of the night because...

(Chorus)
This is dedicated to the kids
Dedicated to where the music lives
Dedicated to those who are tired of the same old same
Dedicated to the people advanced in the game
What's real? Is the kids that know that something's wrong
What's real? Is the kids who think they dont belong
What's real? Is the kids who have nowhere to run
Who are hiding in the shadows waiting for the sun.

(Chorus)
This is dedicated to the kids
Dedicated to where the music lives
Dedicated to those who are tired of the same old same
Dedicated to the people advanced in the game
What's real? Is the kids that know that something's wrong
What's real? Is the kids who think they dont belong
What's real? Is the kids who have nowhere to run
Who are hiding in the shadows waiting for the sun.

 

Where'd You Go?

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 shit,
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 trying 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 fucked 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 barbecue 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 and a while,
Shit, 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 something to say,
And I'll tell you, I want you to know it's a little fucked 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 fucked 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've 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...
Please come back home...

A-L M-Z

Fort Minor, / Fort Minor
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