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I'll grab Snax and Fort Minor, then.

 

The Snax

 

Run Joseph Run

Wonderbread

I'm gonna wonder why,
Those questions in my life,
But I wonder are there answers,
Will I ever comprehend?

There's only one true God,
The giver of this life,
And I wonder why he loves me,
And I wonder he cares

 

Oh, whoa

He is the bread of life,
And his snacks will delight,
And I wonder when I'm hungry,
He always fills me up,
He is the tree of life,
And his branches oh so wide,
And I wonder when it's hot out,
He always gives me rest

He is the reason,
He is the reason why

He is the reason,

He is the reason why

I'm gonna wonder why,
Those questions in my life,
But I wonder are there answers,
Will I ever comprehend?

There's only one true God,
The giver of this life,
And I wonder why he loves me,
And I wonder he cares

Pick it up!

Oh whoa,
He is the bread of life,
And his snacks will delight,
And I wonder when I'm hungry,
He always fills me up,
He is the tree of life,
And his branches oh so wide,
And I wonder when it's hot out,
He always gives me rest

He is the reason,
He is the reason why

He is the reason,
He is the reason

He is the reason,
He is the reason why

He is the reason,
He is the reason why

He is the bread of life,
And his snacks will delight,
He is the tree of life,
His branches oh so wide

I'm gonna wonder why,
Those questions in my life,
But I wonder are there answers,
Will I ever comprehend?

There's only one true God,
The giver of this life,
And I wonder why he loves me,
And I wonder he cares

There's only one true God,
The giver of this life,
And I wonder why he loves me,

And I wonder he cares

 

Screw Up

People say we're cool,
Yeah people say we're cool,
I don't know, or I don't think so,
I'm just a freak, a Jesus freak,
So listen to me,
Listen to me speak

 

Yeah

I just screwed up today,
But Christ still loves me anyway,
Do you know what that means for you,
Just like me, he loves you too,
The time has come for you to choose,
Cause a tag team with Christ will never lose,
And if there's a hint of cool in me,
It's because Christ set me free

 

People say we're cool,
Yeah people say we're cool,
I don't know, or I don't think so,
I'm just a freak, a Jesus freak,
So listen to me,
Listen to me speak

 

Yeah

I just screwed up today,
But Christ still loves me anyway,
Do you know what that means for you,
Just like me, he loves you too,
The time has come for you to choose,
Cause a tag team with Christ will never lose,
And if there's a hint of cool in me,
It's because Christ set me free

 

And now I hear a voice,
That tells me I'm a screwup,
That sneaky devil tries to make me think it's God,
But I know in Christ's eyes I'm not a screw up,
Because he tells me that I'm worth it,
I'm worth it, yeah I count

Christ tells me that I count, (Yeah)
I count in Christ's eyes

Christ tells me that I count, (Yeah)

I count in Christ's eyes

Christ tells me that I count, (Yeah)

I count in Christ's eyes

Christ tells me that I count, (Yeah)

I count in Christ's eyes

 

Run Joseph Run

Well, one fine day in a land so far away,
The master had to leave so he put Joe in charge,
Now Joe was a hunk, a strapping young lad,
And his muscles (his muscles!) his muscles rather large

The master was gone far away from home,
And his wife began to put the moves on Joe,
For several days, time and time again,
She said come to bed with me,
She said come to bed with me

You've gotta run Joseph run,
Yeah you've got to get away,
The girl's got your clothes,
But you know that you can't stay,
Potiphor's gone far away from home,
You've gotta run Joseph run,
You got to go, go, go!

Well potiphor's wife knew exactly what she wanted,
And Joseph was merely a victim of her lust,
For several days, time and time again,
She said come to bed with me,
She said come to bed with me
Then she grabbed him by his cloak,
Stripped it off his body,
And Joe just stood there naked as a birdy,
He kinda liked her style,
You gotta like her style
But then Joe remembered just exactly what he learned

You've gotta run Joseph run,
Yeah you've got to get away,
The girl's got your clothes,
But you know that you can't stay,
Potiphor's gone far away on a trip,
You've gotta run Joseph run,
You gotta get away quick!

Well Joseph ran like the wind,
And that's the moral of the story,
While temptation stared him right in the face,
He heard a voice say

You've gotta run Joseph run,
Yeah you've got to get away,
The girl's got your clothes,
But you know that you can't stay,
Potiphor's gone far away from home,
You've gotta run Joseph run,
You got to go, go, go!

You've gotta run joseph run,
Yeah you've got to get away,
The girl's got your clothes,
But you know that you can't stay,
Potiphor's gone far away on a trip,
You've gotta run joseph run,
You gotta get away quick!

You've gotta run Joseph run,
Yeah you've got to get away,
The girl's got your clothes,
But you know that you can't stay,
Potiphor's gone far away from home,
You've gotta run Joseph run,
You got to go, go, go!

The world will give you lies,
There's no room for compromise,
When you're staring sin in the face,
You've got to run away!

The world will give you lies,
There's no room for compromise,
When you're staring sin in the face,

You've got to run away!

The world will give you lies,
There's no room for compromise,
When you're staring sin in the face,

You've got to run away!

 

My Greatest Day

Well I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning,
Standing on the shore I didn't swim to deeper waters,
Got my feet in the sand, and my face in the air,
Then Peter yells from the boat "Hey swim out here!",

Rise and shine,
And give God the glory,
The further I swim,
The greater my journey,
Today's the first day of the rest of my life,
Just another chance to be the light,
And I sing

Don't say tomorrow's another day,
I'll wait till then cause tomorrow turns to yesterday
And you gotta start it over again

And this ain't no circus,
And this ain't no game,
So don't try to juggle it,
Or you've got to start it over my friend,
You've got to start it over my friend

Today's the day that the Lord hath made

Today's the day that the Lord hath made

Today's my greatest day,
I'll change the world today,
And I'm living it out today,
And I'm giving him props today,
Today's my greatest day,
I'll raise my hands today,
And I'll sing to him today,
There is no doubt today,
Today is my greatest day

Don't say tomorrow's another day,
I'll wait till then cause tomorrow turns to yesterday
And you gotta start it over again

And this ain't no circus,
And this ain't no game,
So don't try to juggle it,
Or you've got to start it over my friend,
You've got to start it over my friend

I'll change the world today,
And I'm living it out today,
And I'm giving him props today,
Today's my greatest day,
I'll raise my hands today,
And I'll sing to him today,
There is no doubt today,
Today is my greatest day

 

Whoa

I'll change the world today,
And I'm living it out today,
And I'm giving him props today,
Today's my greatest day,
I'll raise my hands today,
And I'll sing to him today,
There is no doubt today,

Today is my greatest day

Today is my greatest day

Today is my greatest day

Today is my greatest day

Today is my greatest day


I'll change the world today,
And I'm living it out today,
And I'm giving him props today,

Today's my greatest day,

 

Randomness

Whoa, whoa!
Sitting on my butt won't do a thing,
I'm tired all this whining it's drowning me,
And I'm kicking this can where I go,
I'm losing my life now this I know

 

Whoa, whoa!
On my knees I'm giving these,
With my hands I make my stand,
Take me a while, learn to smile,
He is he, he's in me

I can't do this know you can see,
My laziness is killing me,
Cut myself and that's for sure,
While I'm losing my life now you're still pure

Whoa, whoa!
On my knees I'm giving these,
With my hands I make my stand,
Take me a while, learn to smile,
He is he, he's in me

Breaking the walls,
And bringing down the house,
This is a temple for the strong,
And we living it out,
Yeah I'm down on my knees,
With my hands to the lord,
And then I teach it,
I preach it,
And now I'm rapping 'cause I'm Christ-core

He knows me,
He chose me,
Took a nail in the hand,
As a result I exalt,
And I made make my standm
When god's will'n, I'm Chill'n
How ya like that sound,
Light the fireworks,
Cause I'm heaven bound

On my knees I'm giving these,
With my hands I make my stand,
Take me a while, learn to smile,
He is he, he's in me

On my knees I'm giving these,
With my hands I make my stand,
Take me a while, learn to smile,

He is he, he's in me

He is he, he's in me

He is he, he's in me

He is he, he's in me

 

My Parade

Well don't you rain on my parade.
I've had enough of your charade,
And don't you pee on my fire,
What might be yours ain't my desire

I did something good,
But you try to ruin,
Why can't you just be happy for me.
And when I fail you're the first to know,
Why can't you just let it be

Whoa wo whoa,
Whoa wo whoa,
Whoa let it be

Whoa wo whoa,
Whoa wo whoa,
Whoa let it be

Well I say I'm right,
You say I'm wrong,
But who are you to ruin my song,
It's red to me, and it's black to you,
And when I win you say I lose

I did something good,
But you try to ruin,
Why can't you just be happy for me.
And when I fail you're the first to know,
Why can't you just let it be

Whoa wo whoa,
Whoa wo whoa,
Whoa let it be

Whoa wo whoa,
Whoa wo whoa,
Whoa let it be

Vámonos!
Uno, Dos!
Uno, Dos,
Uno, Dos, Tres, Cuatro!

I did something good,
But you try to ruin,
Why can't you just be happy for me.
And when I fail you're the first to know,
Why can't you just let it be

Whoa wo whoa,
Whoa wo whoa,
Whoa let it be

Whoa wo whoa,
Whoa wo whoa,

Whoa let it be

Yeah

 

Same Ol' Story

Well you can get on your knees,
Or spit in his face,
You can trash the temple,
Or cleanse this place,
You can call on the lord,
Or curse his name,
But God still loves you just the same

 

Yeah, yeah

I've seen it first hand,
It's not a fib please understand,
Don't turn your back on me,
Face the facts and you will see,
It's just my point of view,
Don't hate me because I'm praying for you,
I'm gonna praise my lord,
And I'll receive my reward

The same ol' story,
A different page,
I've read these chapters,
I've seen them change,
The introduction don't mean a thing,
Cause in the end I'll be with the king

 

Yeah, yeah

I've seen it first hand,
It's not a fib please understand,
Don't turn your back on me,
Face the facts and you will see,
It's just my point of view,
Don't hate me because I'm praying for you,
I'm gonna praise my lord,
And I'll receive my reward

Here we go!

The same ol' story,
A different page,
I've read these chapters,
I've seen them change,
The introduction don't mean a thing,
Cause in the end I'll be with the king

The same ol' story,
A different page,
I've read these chapters,
I've seen them change,
The introduction don't mean a thing,
Cause in the end I'll be with the king

I'll be with the king

I'll be with the king

 

CB

Go!

 

You're my friend until the end,
No matter they say,
You've got my back and I've got yours,
Brotherhood's the only way,

Bro I need you now,
Now more than ever before,
Bro I need you now,
To keep my life in control

We're Christian brothers,
We need each other,
We're in the same boat,
We've gotta stay afloat

We're Christian brothers,
We need each other,
We're in the same boat,
We've gotta stay afloat

C! B!

You and me a family,
We bond together through Christ,
If we stick together we'll live together,
And have eternal life

Bro I need you now,
Now more than ever before,
Bro I need you now,
To keep my life in control

We're Christian brothers,
We need each other,
We're in the same boat,
We've gotta stay afloat

We're Christian brothers,
We need each other,
We're in the same boat,
We've gotta stay afloat

C! B!

Bro I need you now,
Now more than ever before,
Bro I need you now,
To keep my life in control

Bro I need you now,
Now more than ever before,
Bro I need you now,
To keep my life in control
To keep my life in control,
To keep my life in control!

 

Ode Ta Bob

And it's like that

10 AM

In your face

 

That's right!

Check it out!
Take it up!

Out with that old,
In with the new,
Who ever thought,
That it could happen to you,
You've come so far all alone by yourself,
It's time you started over with somebody else

One by one,
In your weaknesses you fail,
And two by two,
In your strength you will prevail,
But a chord for three,
No matter what they say or do,
Is not broken easily

Can y'all feel that, cause I can feel that,
So let's all feel that, and jump around

Can y'all feel that, cause I can feel that,

So let's all feel that, and jump around

 

Come on!

Let's kick it up now!

Come on, come on!

Kick it up now!

Out with that old,
In with the new,
Who ever thought,
That it could happen to you,
You've come so far all alone by yourself,
It's time you started over with somebody else

One by one,
In your weaknesses you fail, and
And two by two,
In your strength you will prevail,
But a chord for three,
No matter what they say or do,
Is not broken easily

 

Uh (x12)

You put your trust in your friends,
And then your friends put their trust in you,
But when it comes down to the wire,
Jesus will pull you through

You put your trust in your friends,
And then your friends put their trust in you,
But when it comes down to the wire,

Jesus will pull you through

Feel that rhythm,
Feel that rhyme,
Come on people,
It's bobsled time!

Come on,
Rip it up now,
Come on, Come on,
Here we go!

Check it out y'all!

Let's check it out y'all

Check it out, check it out

Check it out y'all
Get on up y'all!

Let's get on up y'all

Get on up get on up

Get on up y'all

 

1, 2, 3, 4

Out with that old,
In with the new,
Who ever thought,
That it could happen to you,
You've come so far all alone by yourself,
It's time you started over with somebody else

One by one,
In your weaknesses you fail,
And two by two,
In your strength you will prevail,
But a chord for three,
No matter what they say or do,
Is not broken easily

 

Freedom

My country,' tis of thee,
sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing...

America make some noise!

Booyah!

A land of broken dreams,
And a land of battle scars,
Hip Hip Hooray we got a land of fallen stars,
But God is my redeemer,
The victor in the end,
Bring a heal'n to this nation,
A heal'n to my friends

A rough road made smooth,
And a crooked path made straight,
America get on your knees,
And pray to something great

We shall overcome this world,
In all god's glory,
We shall overcome this world in the end
We shall overcome this world,
In all god's glory,
We shall overcome this world

Booyah!

A land of broken dreams,
And a land of battle scars,
Hip Hip Hooray we got a land of fallen stars,
But God is my redeemer,
The victor in the end,
Bring a heal'n to this nation,
A heal'n to my friends

Every valley be exalted,
And every mountainside made flat,
Ya judge the color before the content,
No we ain't going out like that

We shall overcome this world,
In all god's glory,
We shall overcome this world in the end
We shall overcome this world,
In all god's glory,
We shall overcome this world

Sound the bells let freedom ring
Unite in Christ and people sing

Sound the bells let freedom ring
Unite in Christ and people sing

Sound the bells let freedom ring
Unite in Christ and people sing

Sound the bells let freedom ring
Unite in Christ and people sing

Sound the bells let freedom ring
Unite in Christ and people sing

Sound the bells let freedom ring
Unite in Christ and people sing

My country,' tis of thee,
Sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing;
Land where my fathers died,
Land of the pilgrims' pride,
From every mountainside let freedom ring!

 

(My country,' tis of thee,
Sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing;
Land where my fathers died,
Land of the pilgrims' pride,
From every mountainside let freedom ring!)
We shall overcome this world,
In all god's glory,
We shall overcome this world in the end
We shall overcome this world,
In all god's glory,
We shall overcome this world

(My country,' tis of thee,
Sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing;
Land where my fathers died,
Land of the pilgrims' pride,
From every mountainside let freedom ring!)
We shall overcome this world,
In all god's glory,
We shall overcome this world in the end
We shall overcome this world,
In all god's glory,
We shall overcome this world

"When we allow freedom ring—when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet,
from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children—
black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics—
will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual:
"Free at last! Free at last! Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"

 

Bonus Track

 

 

Snax

Where Are You Now?

Where are you now?
I turned around to find out,
I found myself mistaken,
And something's missing here,
Where did you go?
I crawled beneath the waters,
I spun around in circles,
And something's missing.

Nothing's ever changing,
Things have stayed the same,
(Things have stayed the same)
I spun around in circles,
Now I can't see a thing.

I think that,
We could be friends again
I think that,
We could be, we could be friends again

So, where are you now?
I turned around to find out,
I found myself mistaken,
And something's missing here,
Where did you go?
I crawled beneath the waters,
I spun around in circles,
And something's missing.

Everybody's searching,
To be what they can see,
(To see what they can be)
I promised not to close my eyes,
But I would rather dream,
And everybody's missing,
And everyone is missed,
(And everyone is missed)
Slipped right through your fingers,
The hole inside your fist

I think that,
We could be friends again

I think that,
We could be friends again

I think that,
We could be, we could be friends again

 

So,
Where are you now?
I turned around to find out,
I found myself mistaken,
And something's missing here,
Where did you go?
I crawled beneath the waters,
I spun around in circles,
And something's missing

 

(I think that,
We could be, we could be friends again)

Where are you now?
I turned around to find out,
I found myself mistaken,
And something's missing here,

(I think that,
We could be, we could be friends again)
Where did you go?
I crawled beneath the waters,
I spun around in circles,
And something's missing

 

1:10

The headaches, the tough breaks,
The mistakes that I make,
Looking back at all the things I'd like to change..

But I cant, cause I've tried,
And even if I could,
I'm not sure that I would

And all the, the heartbreaks
Have left me so broken (broken!)
Looking back at all the things I cannot change..

But I cant, cause I've tried,
And even if I could,
I'm not sure that I would

 

Better Off

Here's another song about a girl who broke my heart (broke my heart),
Yeah, she'll go down in history with all the girls who made life hard (made life hard),
I swore that I'd never write this song,
I guess I was wrong

I wish I could say, say that I loved you
But I've had some time, some time to think things through,
And we were never all, all that great,
And it's just hard to admit that we made a mistake

I swore I'd never write this song
I guess I was wrong

I guess it's not fair I put the blame on you,
'Cause I've had my share of hearts I've broken too,

 

I swore I'd never write this song

I swore I'd never write this song

I swore I'd never write this song

I guess I was wrong..

I guess I was wrong, wrong about us,
And wrong about love,
Cause I put my trust in you,
And not in my hope above

 

I swore I'd never write this song

I swore I'd never write this song

I swore I'd never write this song

I guess I was wrong..

Here's another song about a girl who broke my heart (broke my heart),
Yeah, she'll go down in history with all the girls who made life hard (made life hard),

I swore I'd never write this song

I swore I'd never write this song

I swore I'd never write this song

I swore I'd never write this song

I swore I'd never write this song

I swore I'd never write this song

I swore I'd never write this song

I guess I was wrong (Guess I was wrong)

I guess I was wrong (Guess I was wrong)

I guess I was wrong (Guess I was wrong)

I guess I was wrong (Guess I was wrong)

And I'm better off without you,
And you're better off without me too.

 

Pilgrim

I know it's getting kind of hectic you see,
I see the world and who they really want me to be,
And I'll try, but I just cant seem to understand why
I'm so frail, and I fail and it all falls down

I see the world is caving down on me,
My back is breaking,
And the weight is getting rough on my feet,
And I'll try, but I just cant seem to understand why
I'm so frail, and I fail and it all falls down

Lay down your pack Mr. Pilgrim,
And leave those worries,
Leave those burdens far behind,
'Cause you've been carrying this weight,
For way too long,
Now it's time to leave it all behind

I know it's getting kind of hectic you see,
I see the world and who they really want me to be,
And I'll try, but I just cant seem to understand why
I'm so frail, and I fail

Lay down your pack Mr. Pilgrim,
And leave those worries,
Leave those burdens far behind,
'Cause you've been carrying this weight,
For way too long,
Now it's time to leave it all behind

'Cause you've been carrying this weight,
For way too long,
Now it's time to leave it all behind

'Cause you've been carrying this weight,
For way too long,

Now it's time to leave it all behind

 

Away

Don't want to see the apple in your eyes,
Don't need another thorn in my side,
Don't want anything to do with you,
There's no vacancy in my life

Never wanted to find out,
Never wanted to let me know

Never wanted to find out,
Never wanted to let me know

Shake myself free from this foothold,
'Cause you can hold my heel,
But you can't heal my soul,
And I'd rather cut you off,
Than drag me down in fire
Though I hear your voice,
I will not believe these lies

Never wanted to find out,
Never wanted to let me know

Never wanted to find out,
Never wanted to let me know

 

Go!
Go away!

Go!

Go away!

Never wanted to find out,
Never wanted to let me know

Never wanted to find out,
Never wanted to let me know

Go!
Go away!

Go!

Go away!

Go!
Go away!

Go!

Go away!

 

One More

One more stamp and I'll earn myself free coffee,
One more scratch and I'll be a millionaire,
Give me one sec so I can get myself ready,
One more call to see if she is there,

One more day, one more night
One more chance to get it right
One more song, one more call
One more chance to do it all
One more day is all I need
So I can get to what I've got

It's only one more,
One more will be enough

One last spin and I'll win all kinds of money,
One last game and I'll guarantee a win,
One last change and everything will be perfect,
Once last chance to get out from what I'm in

One more day, one more night
One more chance to get it right
One more song, one more call
One more chance to do it all
One more day is all I need
So I can get to what I've got

It's only one more,
One more will be enough

 

Whoa, whoa

One more day, one more night
One more chance to get it right
One more song, one more call
One more chance to do it all
One more day is all I need
So I can get to what I've got

It's only one more,
One more will be enough
It's only one more,
One more will be enough
It's only one more,
And one more is not enough

There's only one who can give you more (More)

There's only one who can give you more (More)

There's only one who can give you more (More)

 

He Lifts Me Up

Today was a rough day,
I fell in love with the world,
And everything seemed golden,
From where I stood,
The gold grows old when you stand alone

It's not that bad, no it's not that tough to be alone
'Cause I know I'm not alone, and God is good,
He's more than enough,
And when I'm down, he always seems to lift me up

Growing older, there's no turning back anymore,
And oh how I dream to be a child again,
So I can run in the wind

It's not that bad, no it's not that tough to be alone
'Cause I know I'm not alone,
He always seems to lift me up,
He always seems to lift me up,
He always seems to lift me up,
When I'm down

Today was a good day,
I felt the weight of his love,
And everything is golden from where I stand,
In his arms
So, I say...

It's not that bad, it's not that tough to be alone,
'Cause I know I'm not alone, and God is good,
He's more than enough,
And when I'm down, he always seems to lift me up

It's not that bad, no it's not that tough to be alone,
'Cause I know I'm not alone, and God is good,
He's more than enough,
And when I'm down, he always seems to...

He always seems to lift me up,
He always seems to lift me up,
He always seems to lift me up,
When I'm down

 

New Trend

I want to be different just like everybody else,
I want to find a new band, I want to start a new trend,
I want to be different just like everybody else,
Find my identity in myself...

The more I try and find myself
Less of you I see in me,
You know I can't be anything
To anyone but you

I wanna be different just like everybody else,
Find my identity in myself,
Cool tattoos and blue suede shoes,
Any color hair I choose,
And where the action is that's where I'm gonna be

The more I try and find myself
Less of you I see in me,
You know I can't be anything
To anyone but you

The more I try and find myself
Less of you I see in me,
You know I can't be anything
To anyone but you

 

The more I try to find myself
Less of you I see in me,
You know I can't be anything
To anyone but you

The more I try to find myself
Less of you I see in me,
You know I can't be anything

No, I can't be

No, I can't be

I want to be different just like everybody else,
I want to find a new band, I want to start a new trend,
I want to be different just like everybody else,
Find my identity in no one else

I wanna start a,
I wanna start a,
I wanna start a new trend

I wanna start a,
I wanna start a,
I wanna start a new trend

I wanna start a,
I wanna start a,
I wanna start a new trend

(A new trend...)
I wanna start a new trend

 

Speechless

If you only knew, the words I said were true,
They've been inside my head awhile,
I'm sorry they skipped you,
And if you only know the words you want to hear,
You'll never know my heart,
You'll never know my tears

Words will often change,
But what I said remains,
It's spun inside my head awhile,
And it's sounding all the same,
I never thought I'd see, see myself this way,
Running out of words,
Without nothing left

I've mixed and matched these words,
A thousand times inside my head

Inside my heart there's never been
(My heart there's never been)
More to say

Something is on my mind,
And something is in my way,
I slipped across my tongue,
And landed on my face
I gave up all I have,
I had nothing left to say
I stumbled on my verse,
And now you know

I'm speechless,
I'm speechless,
And it never comes out right

And it never comes out right
I'm speechless,
I'm speechless,
In my heart there's never been more to say

If you only knew, the words I said were true,
They've been inside my head awhile,
I'm sorry they skipped you,
And if you only know the words you want to hear,
You'll never know my heart,
You'll never know,
I've mixed and matched these words,
A thousand times inside my head

Inside my heart there's never been
(My heart there's never been)
More to say

I'm speechless,
I'm speechless,
And it never comes out right

And it never comes out right
I'm speechless,
I'm speechless,
In my heart there's never been more to say

I'm speechless,
Yeah, I'm speechless,
And it never comes out right

And it never comes out right
I'm speechless,
I'm speechless,

In my heart there's never been more to say

 

Me Vs. Time

All I see is grey,
It's filling up my day,
Make it go away,
(Make it go away)
And all I see are hues,
And different shades of blues,
Atop the waters to get to you

It seems so hard to get away,
From the memories of yesterday,
I cant believe that all those dreams,
Are now behind me

These are the last days,
Of the best days

Destiny has taken, taken all my ways,
Left me scattered pictures,
Left me scattered days,
Left me walls of faces,
Memories of places,
A time line of empty spaces

It seems so hard to get away,
From the memories of yesterday,
I cant believe that all those dreams,
Are now behind me

These are the last days,
Of the best days

These are the last days,

It seems so hard to get away,
From the memories of yesterday,
I cant believe that all those dreams,
Are now behind me

I never thought I'd see myself,
With my ambitions on the shelf,
With my ambitions on the shelf,
With my ambitions...

These are the last days,
Of the best days

I never thought I'd see myself,
(These are the last days)
With my ambitions on the shelf

I never thought I'd see myself,
(Of the best days)
With my ambitions on the shelf

 

Starting Over

Well I've made my way around this,
And I've walked these streets up and down,
And I ain't too proud with what I've found
(Until we break these walls down)
This time I cant ignore,
The mistakes I've made before,
And the winds came down and shut the door,
I think I'm starting over

I made a left way back when,
And now I'm tracing my steps to find that right
No use (no use!)
No need (no need!)
In crawling on my knees
I think I'm starting over

Sorting out my past,
These days of days will never last,
Can't keep myself from looking back,
We're going nowhere fast,

Some say that it's too late,
To escape from this intrepid state,
And I'd rather run than face my fate,
I think I'm starting over

I made a left way back when,
And now I'm tracing my steps to find that right
No use (no use!)
No need (no need!)
In crawling on my knees
I think I'm starting over

 

I made a left way back when,
And now I'm tracing my steps to find that right
No use (no use!)
No need (no need!)
In crawling on my knees

I think I'm starting over

I made a left way back when,
And now I'm tracing my steps to find that right
No use (no use!)
No need (no need!)
In crawling on my knees

I think I'm starting over


I made a left way back when,
And now I'm tracing my steps to find that right
No use (no use!)
No need (no need!)
In crawling on my knees

I think I'm starting over

 

Redeemed

I've been redeemed,
I've been redeemed,
Washed and cleaned,
I've been redeemed

He lifts me up,
He lifts me up,
He fills my cup,
He lifts me up

Sing hallelujah,
Sing hallelujah,
Sing hallelujah,
Christ is lord

We have new life,
We have new life,
He heals our strife,
We have new life

Sing hallelujah,
Sing hallelujah,
Sing hallelujah,
Christ is lord

Sing hallelujah,
Sing hallelujah,
Sing hallelujah,
Christ is lord

I've been redeemed,
I've been redeemed,
Been washed and cleaned,
I've been redeemed

I've been redeemed

I've been redeemed

 

 

Ground Xero

Don't worry about the time
Just watch the sun set
I keep my feelings bottled up
Things that I regret

Oh can it be
Up to me right now

Everything's so lovely
In the sky right now
I want to take it back
But I don't know how
Can you chase the rainbow
To find its end
Take me to your ground zero
Back again

I simply wish that I
Could feel the way you do
I just died again
Standin' next to you

Gone overboard
And restore my pain

Everything's so lovely
In the sky right now
I want to take it back
But I don't know how
Can you chase the rainbow
To find its end
Take me to your ground zero
Back again
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RogueSoul

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I need a separate post for STP and GD. 100% going to go over the character limit if I keep all of Chester's stuff in the same post lol

 

Grey Daze

What's In The Eye (Wake Me Version)

 

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Morei Sky

 

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Wake Me

 

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Starting To Fly

 

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Sometimes (Wake Me Version)

 

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Holding You

 

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Hole (Wake Me Version)

 

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Believe Me

 

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Here, Nearby

 

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Sometimes

 

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Hole

 

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Come On

 

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Commit

 

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RogueSoul

RogueSoul

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  On 6/21/2015 at 7:12 PM, Hahninator said:

 

I'm coming home
From going home
I'm going home

Listening to it again, I think the first coming home is "From going home" though I'm not certain. The rest is definitely "From" and "I'm"

lpliveusername

lpliveusername

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Welcome

Yeah
Welcome
Yeah it's been a long minute
Let me break it down now if ya'll still with it
First time I did it
Yeah I'll admit it
I kinda hit it and quit it and left ya'll hanging
Sang it, kinda off key with a passion
Asking, can I give you back that action?
Yeah I'm a blast in a hashtag fashion
To spell it out for you like a masked closed caption
Get a closed casket
Fade to black
This is my spot then I'll take it back
Get at me punk I was made for that
Ya'll don't really even know what you aiming at
So far back what you waving at?
Ya'll can't see the stage that I'm playing at
Ya'll hating that
But that's why I do it
So tell me where the motherfucking haters at?
Cause

I don't need their blessing now
I don't need their invitation
Ain't no way to shut me down
Or to take this path I've taken
And maybe I've been left out
Never let this be mistaken
They can keep that bless now
Forget me now
Cause I was never welcome

Yeah it's been a long road
Never really know how it all unfold
I'm just trying hard not to sell my soul
When the rest want guns and a mouth full of gold
I don't hate 'em
I still love 'em
That's not me
I'm not judging
Not belong
Not a bum
But disrespect me?
Well them fuck 'em
This a house I'm living in
Ya'll just pass through visiting
I draw these lines ya'll fill 'em in
I'm a grown ass man
Ya'll children
No competition
I'm killing them
Talking 'bout a hit man
Him and him
Let's take it out for another spin again
I don't give a fuck if I win again
Cause

I don't need their blessing now
I don't need their invitation
Ain't no way to shut me down
Or to take this path I've taken
And maybe I've been left out
Never let this be mistaken
They can keep that bless now
Forget me now
Cause I was never welcome

 

No (I was never welcome)
No
No
No, no, no (I was never welcome)
No
No (I was never welcome)
No, no

I don't need their blessing now
I don't need their invitation
Ain't no way to shut me down
Or to take this path I've taken
And maybe I've been left out
Never let this be mistaken
They can keep that bless now
Forget me now
Cause I was never welcome

 

I was never welcome (No)
I was never welcome (No, no)
I was never welcome (No)
I was never welcome (No)

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RogueSoul

RogueSoul

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After 4 hours, Grey Daze is done. I need another post just for STP (unless someone want to take that for me :P)

 

Also, can someone check me on the lyrics for Smoke Mouth, My Bluest Day, and Come On?

RogueSoul

RogueSoul

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  On 6/22/2015 at 1:11 AM, lpliveusername said:

I can do STP.

Thank you.

 

I'll leave it in my post so you can easily copy/paste all the song names

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CORE (1992)

01. Dead & Bloated

 

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02. Sex Type Thing

 

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03. Wicked Garden

 

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05. Sin

 

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07. Creep

 

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08. Piece Of Pie

 

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09. Plush

 

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11. Crackerman

 

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PURPLE (1994)

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02. Vasoline

 

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04. Interstate Love Song

 

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06. Pretty Penny

 

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07. Silvergun Superman

 

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08. Big Empty

 

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TINY MUSIC... SONGS FROM THE VATICAN GIFT SHOP (1996)

02. Pop's Love Suicide

 

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07. Trippin' On A Hole In A Paper Heart

 

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Nº4 (1999)

01. Down

 

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SHANGRI-LA DEE DA (2001)

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OTHER

Wonderful (Family Values Version)

 

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GlassCastles

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I needed a new post for Fort Minor :lol:

 

Fort Minor

 

Sampler Mixtape

Intro

Fort Minor
The Rising Tied
Album sampler (Yeah)
For promotional use only (Cheapshot, go and get 'em)

 

Remember The Name


Yeah.
"Ladies and gentle, my name is Mike Shinoda. The group is called Fort Minor. The album is called The Rising Tied. In stores November 22, 2005."

You ready?! Let's go!
Yeah!
For those of you that wanna know what we're all about...
...it's like this, y'all, come on!

This is 10% luck, 20% skill
15% concentrated power of will
5% pleasure, 50% pain
And a 100% 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

This is 20% skill
80% beer
Be one 100% 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 wreck it 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 be givin' him guest spots
His stock's through the roof I heard he fuckin' with S-Dot!

 

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

They call him Ryu he's sick
And he's spittin' fire with Mike
Got him out the dryer he's hot
Found him in Fort Minor with Tak
What 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, the kids that he signed?
Ridiculous, without even trying, how do they do it?!

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

This is 10% luck, 20% skill

15% concentrated power of will
5% pleasure, 50% pain
And a 100% reason to remember the name!

 

Yeah! Fort Minor!
M. Shinoda! Styles of Beyond!
Ryu! Takbir! Machine Shop!

 

Dolla

Come on!

 

Yeah! Like that y'all...

Uh huh.

Woo!
Like that!

Aw, yeah!
Fort Minor, S.O.B.

It sure is fine

Yeah
Like this, listen...

Attention please, I only need a second,
To make a mental impression directly on any record (so),
Gimme space to move, room to prove I'm stupid with with the B's and Q's,
Ladies and gentleman I'm sending you better,
Pretending the pen is a needle I'm injectin' 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 a flow as 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 breathin'?
I'm cockin and squeezin',
Tucked still? Nope I dont give a fuck who sees it,
Broad days, sittin sideways, stuffed in a small cave,
For three fucking weeks till you reek like dog waste, (Uh)
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 street's got hideous ways of handling beef bitch,
So eat shit, hate it or love it the underdogs on top,
Gettin faded, tellin' people to suck it,
Buckin' em down for real, while you fuckin' around,
I'm stuck in a house for months tryin' to sharpen my skill,
So how does it feel?
You lames wanna claim my throne?
You got a better chance getting Danny Hayes on the phone,
Good luck, I flame suckas till they're black and crispy,
Sneaking heat up in the club like a flask of Whiskey (Uh!)

Yeah, I'm here to crack the roof in,
You got a nice watch but your raps are useless,
You better cut the crap before I snap some nooses,
And leave you all snoozin on some afternoon shit,
Yeah, 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 till you choke on your teeth,
Catch me at a show rockin' in that tipsy mode,
Like angels and demons unlockin Da Vinci's code,
One drop in the canister, people split the globe,
Blowin' every planet to shit once I hit the road,
Uh! You in a tight nitch, cut you with Apathy,
I'm on the night shift, see I hustle like Cassidy,
So kill that chit chat and let the west coast see,
One of the illest names Ribkat from S.O.B.
C'mon.

 

Aw, yeah!

It sure is fine

Aw, yeah!

It sure is fine

 

Get It


Yo, yo. yo Ryu and Tak.
Demigodz, Scoop Deville
This kid is only seventeen, man.
He's about to be a problem!

So let's get right to it and groove,
It ain't nothing but a thing to get you people to move,
Got em' lovin' the way we swing, when we step on the scene,
You know we kill it, goin' all out,
We about to g-g-g-g-g-get it,

It's in my blood, I was born to spit it.
The cord has kept me warm through the storms of winter.
Ignore the pain, the struggle, when it's time for dinner,
We huddle together and grind, rain or shine,
Survive the weather, forget about changin spinners,
Throw me a bone, I'm just trying to raise my litter.
It made me bitter, eventually made me sicker,
So when the heat's on, we don't get pre-game jitters, (uh-huh)
We go to work man, diggin' the dirt,
We took 'em to church with chicken and some teenage strippers,
Livin' life by the seat of my pants, and three-peated we champs,
Undefeated, we can't lose ever.
Whoever wanted with us better roll with a camp,
Be trust to cover your ass when your asses can't. (huh)
So bottom's up, here's one for the crew,
Put some liquor in your gut and tell me what you wanna do, singin'

S, for every sucker left behind,
O, what they were yellin' when I bust a rhyme
B, best believe when it's time to get it,
We grind and check 'cause we ain't got time to kick it.
S, for the drunk sexy women,
O, sippin' Jack with some Pepsi in it,
B, best believe when it's time to get it,
We grind and check 'cause we ain't got time to kick it.

So let's get right to it and groove,
It ain't nothing but a thing to get you people to move,
Got em' lovin' the way we swing, when we step on the scene,
You know we kill it, goin' all out,
We about to g-g-g-g-g-get it,

Wow look at 'em now, their mouths are closed,
We done came a long way since 2004,
Spilled bleach, got the whole entire crowd exposed,
The fume's leaking in the street, throwin' down them bowls, (whoa)
We on the job, don't roll with the mob,
With fake facades, to get it, just to make me large,
I roll a 7 and 9, just to break the yards,
And step in your mind and unfold the great bazaar,
Hit the killswitch...yeah I found my hitch,
I'm on the pitchers mound, for now it's me and Will Smith,
Finally overseas, I sneak in your mattress,
Ain't nothin' like a sweet club freak with a accent,
We out gettin' bent, million dollar amounts,
So if you with me, lemme see you raise your bottle and shout,
Singin'...

S, for every sucker left behind,
O, what they were yellin' when I bust a rhyme
B, best believe when it's time to get it,
We grind and check 'cause we ain't got time to kick it.
S, for the drunk sexy women,
O, sippin' Jack with some Pepsi in it,
B, best believe when it's time to get it,
We grind and check 'cause we ain't got time to kick it.

So let's get right to it and groove,
It ain't nothing but a thing to get you people to move,
Got em' lovin' the way we swing, when we step on the scene,
You know we kill it, goin' all out,
We about to g-g-g-g-g-get it...

 

Petrified


Ya'll are not not re-ready (no!),
Not re-ready (no!),
We about to drop it steady (so!),
Do it like that, like that, like that,
Like that, like that, like that

Now why's everybody so petrified? (What!)
Petrified (what!), step aside,
And just drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')

Now why's everybody so petrified? (What!)
Petrified (what!), step aside,
And just drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')

How you doin ya'll, my name's Mike,
I'm fluent with the new shit I'm doin it all night,
I like what I do, I do what I like,
I can quit and get it back like I'm riding a bike.
Like STOP...

Bring it back, bring it back,
We got that balance keepin us on track,
That you get when you're movin 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's everybody so petrified? (What!)
Petrified (what!), step aside,
And just drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')

Listen you are not ready,
Like children and a building you cant stand steady.
It must be the beat so heavy,
Causin' panic attacks like a crack in the levy.
Give you that Robert Plant,
Dancin' days are back, feelin all in the track,
And infact? For those knowin' the name I'm back,
With some brand new crack we 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,
Get over yourself, you know when we're up in the scene,
It's Machine Shop rockin' when we step inside,
And we got everybody so petrified!

Now why's everybody so petrified? (What!)
Petrified (what!), step aside,
And just drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')

Now why's everybody so petrified? (What!)
Petrified (what!), step aside,
And just drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')

Ya'll are not not re-ready (no!),
Not re-ready (no!),
We about to drop it steady (so!),
Do it like that, like that, like that,
Like that, like that, like that...

Ya'll are not not re-ready (no!),
Not re-ready (no!),
We about to drop it steady (so!),
Do it like that, like that, like that,
Like that, like that, like get up

Now why's everybody so petrified? (What!)
Petrified (what!), step aside,
And just drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')

Now why's everybody so petrified? (What!)
Petrified (what!), step aside,
And just drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')

Like stop (stop), bring it back (bring it back),
We got that balance keepin us on track...

Like stop (stop), bring it back (bring it back),
We got that balance keepin us on track...

Like stop (stop), bring it back (bring it back),
We got that balance keepin us on track...

Like stop (stop), bring it back (bring it back),
We got that balance keepin us on track...

Like stop! (stop x10)
Machine shop! (shop x10)

 

Fort Minor

The Rising Tied

In stores

November 22

 

 

We Major Mixtape

Green Lantern Intro

"What up, Mike?
Um, we almost ready now my nigga
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 this!"

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, 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 either comprehend it, or compliment it it's all authentic (yup!),
Raw nights I perform like Mike,
I'm fooling with the new shit, I'm doing it all night,
Raw 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,
See..M. Shinoda,
I done paid my dues, Machine Shop,
Is back, this is front page news,
Fort Minor: We Major!

 

100 Degrees


Yo!
We ready to do this? (Get up, get up, get up, get up)
C'mon, lets go!

This is an invasion, the evil genius Green Lantern,

(Ok)
Mike Shinoda!

Okay! Ladies and gentleman I would like to welcome you to a Fort Minor Event,

(Uh huh, uh huh)
The countdown has begun,

(That's right)

The Rising Tied is almost here, but for now? (C'mon Mike!)
Come on ya'll...

Yo.
Let's get it goin' for the every man, anybody,
You gotta be ready its heavy when we get it rowdy,
We wont apologize, or even think of sayin' sorry,
This is the way we rock steady

Yo.
Let's get it goin' for the every man, anybody,
You gotta be ready its heavy when we get it rowdy,
We wont apologize, or even think of sayin' sorry,
This is the way we rock steady over everybody
You're probably shocked, probably ready to stop this already,
You probably can't hang with the way we attackin so steady,
We let it rock the rover, bang the benz, shake the chevy,
Till everybody feels it in their chest, say it with me!

This is the time so just follow me,
It's already heated to a 100 degrees,
So get up! (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 tearin shit down!
Take a look around you're not runnin' this,
You're bluffin', you're nothin', we'll hit you like a ton of bricks,
Hit you together with pressure you could never stand,
The softest leather, just a featherweight, whatever man,
We're not your competitor, setting you straight,
You'll never compete, forget it, it's already too late...
Go!

This is the time so just follow me,
It's already heated to a 100 degrees,
So get up! (Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up)

Yo,
If you don't see,
I'ma make you see this,
If you dont know,
I'ma make you believe it,
(Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up)


Shhh...
Give me a second I'm collectin' my thoughts and setting plots...
Alright ya'll ready or not!
I've listened and watched, and waited for an opening spot,
And now that I've 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 its over you can tell em' we're here!

This is the time so just follow me,
It's already heated to a 100 degrees,
So get up! (Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up)

Yo,
If you don't see,
I'ma make you see this,
If you don't know,
I'ma make you believe it,
(Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up)

 

Everybody owes, everybody pays

Because...

 

Dolla

That's how you stand up against the rising of the tide.

Come on!

 

Yeah! Like that y'all...

(That's how it's goin' down, Mike?)

Uh huh.

(Let's give 'em hell!)
Like that!

Aw, yeah!
Fort Minor, S.O.B.

It sure is fine

Yeah
Like this, listen...

Attention please, I only need a second,
To make a mental impression directly on any record (so),
Gimme space to move, room to prove I'm stupid with with the B's and Q's,
Ladies and gentleman I'm sending you better,
Pretending the pen is a needle I'm injectin' 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 a flow as 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 breathin'?
I'm cockin and squeezin',
Tucked still? Nope I dont give a fuck who sees it,
Broad days, sittin sideways, stuffed in a small cave,
For three fucking weeks till you reek like dog waste, (Uh)
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 street's got hideous ways of handling beef bitch,
So eat shit, hate it or love it the underdogs on top,
Gettin faded, tellin' people to suck it,
Buckin' em down for real, while you fuckin' around,
I'm stuck in a house for months tryin' to sharpen my skill,
So how does it feel?
You lames wanna claim my throne?
You got a better chance getting Danny Hayes on the phone,
Good luck, I flame suckas till they're black and crispy,
Sneaking heat up in the club like a flask of Whiskey (Uh!)

Yeah, I'm here to crack the roof in,
You got a nice watch but your raps are useless,
You better cut the crap before I snap some nooses,
And leave you all snoozin on some afternoon shit,
Yeah, 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 till you choke on your teeth,
Catch me at a show rockin' in that tipsy mode,
Like angels and demons unlockin Da Vinci's code,
One drop in the canister, people split the globe,
Blowin' every planet to shit once I hit the road,
Uh! You in a tight nitch, cut you with Apathy,
I'm on the night shift, see I hustle like Cassidy,
So kill that chit chat and let the west coast see,
One of the illest names Ribkat from S.O.B.
C'mon.

 

That's right, Fort Minor: We Major! Green Lantern!
Mike Shinoda (Shinoda), S.O.B. (S.O.B), Demigodz (Demigodz), Machine Shop (Machine Shop), Linkin Park! (Linkin Park)
You already know man, this is an...

(Aw, yeah!

It sure is fine

Aw, yeah!

It sure is fine)

 

Bloc Party

Invasion!

Yo Ap why don't you do the intro on this shit?

Yo, Apathy (Yeah), Fort Minor (uh-huh), Styles of Beyond, Demigodz..

Here we go...

Ap is like Heavy Metal in ghettos,
Guns, metal and ammo,
I'll pistol whip Tony, and fuck Meadow Soprano,
A cat who seldom bugs, but tell them thugs,
That I'm known to carry more heat, than welding gloves,
I walk amongst the Gods, keep my head in the clouds,
Always show groupies love, gettin head in the crowd,
Put it in ya girls mouth, blast off like NASA,
The master of nastiness,
Transform a classy bitch...
Into a little cheap, freak, sadomasochist
Dastardly bastard, the rap's so disasterous,
Spit and heal the crippled like Christ, I'm miraculous,
In fights, my savageness,
Turns punks pacifist...
The police clock Ap, like "There he go",
Always on the watch, cuz I used to carry blow,
Always lock em down, but I never marry hoes,
Bury foes, when them flows, come through your stereos...

There we go, flippin' unpredictable verses,
A curse to burst words like tourettes on purpose,
Flip the bird like a back heavy jet perverse,
As it is, I cant stop and it's making me nervous, okay?
Get me on a track and I'm cracked,
I'm packin a backpack full of tracks on some CD's,
Be me? Fuck that, not like me,
To bite me you need to be you times ninety,
I got schemes and a team so hype we,
Get on the 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 givin a shit,
Fuck the words that you heard, and the lips that they hang from,
I stay bangin the bang bang drums,
And hanging you lames in the same no-name games you came from,
I don't got an excuse (nope), I'm just talkin' the truth,
I'm fucking awesome when I'm rockin the booth,
And I stay ready with hot bloc, rockin' the views,
Ya'll are really not stoppin this dude (yeah Tak get 'em!)

Let's start it off, and then come over and hit the galaxy,
Now we movin' them over, they're crownin me as the Cali king,
Anything tossed on my views, gettin shooed up,
With a crew that sips a little brew way too much,
Hooligans smacked in the face with aluminum bats,
Your fuckin raps are as good as me boo-booin',
I said I was rude, stepped on your shoes,
You dont believe me? You can ask devin the dude,
How I strip down you bitch clowns stand on my socks,
I whip a motherfucker's ass like I'm cannibal watch,
You wanna be stoned? Even with a basket of ice,
And get your shit flown, fiendin' for a 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,
Now what you corpses posin for, the camera was shot,
Ha, 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..

Let me hear that!

 

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, ohh, ohhh, ohhhh...
F.M. D.E.M.I.G.O.D.Z.
It's like oh, ohh, 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 a potion so damn potent playa,
Put you on a float like a broken chair,
Yeah, you know it's a movement,
(Cracked) For the gods and goons,
(We back) You talk about gats but dont actually use 'em,
But I'm happy to do it, 'cause this is Demigodz,
Celph Titled, Ryu with Tak, Apathy stupid!

From bottom to top (I rose),
Choppin them rocks (and those),
Cockin the glock (and blow),
No more of that,
Now I just hop in the drop (and go),
To the most popular spots,
With hoes 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, and not be there to overdose,
And I mean that, just call if you need that,
The best of both different worlds, not often they see that...

It's like oh, ohh, ohhh, ohhhh...
F.M. D.E.M.I.G.O.D.Z.
It's like oh, ohh, ohhh, ohhhh...
D.I.P.S.E.T. S.O.B. G's

We not just 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, you's a thousand miles from me,
You far from perfection!
And that's just food for thought
I'm movin the bar, rap entrepreneur, and 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,
Say...

It's like oh, ohh,ohhh, ohhhh...
F.M. D.E.M.I.G.O.D.Z.
It's like oh, ohh, ohhh, ohhhh...
D.I.P.S.E.T. S.O.B. G's

(And when my situation ain't improvin',
I'm trying to murder everything movin')
Uh yeah! Demigodz, Celph Titled the Rubik's Cuban,

(And when my situation ain't improvin',
I'm trying to murder everything movin')
Ryu the Beast, Shinoda the Cobra Holder,
You a fool for this beat, Santana the Great,

(And when my situation ain't improvin',
I'm trying to murder everything movin')
This has been a Demigodz Dipset Feature Presentation,
We'll slap the beeswax right out your grill!

(And when my situation ain't improvin',
I'm trying to murder everything movin')

Hold up!

 

Remember The Name (Funkadelic Remix)


C'mon, c'mon, c'mon
What up Mike?

Haha, how's this for a fuckin remix, right?

Yeah. You got it (Fort Minor!),

Yeah...you ready? Okay... (Whoa, hey)
Ladies and gentlemen, for those of you who want to know what we're really all about? (Whoa, hey)
Let's do it like this... (Whoa, hey)

This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill, (Whoa, hey)
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will, (Whoa, hey)
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain, (Whoa, hey)
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name! (Whoa, hey)

(This is the remix)

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? (Whoa, hey)
He never really talks much,
Never concerned with status, but still leavin' them star struck,
Humbled through opportunities, given to him despite the fact, (Whoa, hey)
That many misjudge him, because he makes a livin' from writin raps,
Put it together himself, now the picture connects, (Whoa, hey)
Never askin' for someone's help, or to get some respect,
He's only focused on what he wrote, his will is beyond reach, (Whoa, hey)
And now when it all unfolds, the skill of an artist...

This is twenty percent skill,
Eighty percent beer,
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, Ryu had 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!

This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill, (Whoa, hey)
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will, (Whoa, hey)
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain, (Whoa, hey)
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name! (Whoa, hey)

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, (Whoa, hey)
He knows how to work with what he's got,
Makin' his way to the top,
People think its a common owners name, (Whoa, hey)
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, (Whoa, hey)
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, (Whoa, hey)
Dedicated to what they doin' give a hundred percent...

Forget Mike, nobody really knows how or why he works so hard, (Whoa, hey)
It seems like he's never got time, (Whoa, hey)
Because he writes every note and he writes every line, (Whoa, hey)
And I've seen him at work when that light goes on in his mind, (Whoa, hey)
It's like a design is written in his head every time, (Whoa, hey)
Before he even touches a key or speaks in a rhyme, (Whoa, hey)
And those motherfuckers he runs with, those kids that he signed? (Whoa, hey)
Ridiculous, without even trying, how do they do it?! (Whoa, hey)

This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill, (Whoa, hey)
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will, (Whoa, hey)
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain, (Whoa, hey)
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name! (Whoa, hey)

This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill, (Whoa, hey)
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will, (Whoa, hey)
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain, (Whoa, hey)
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name! (Whoa, hey)

Yeah! (Whoa)

Mike Shinoda! (Whoa)
Fort Minor! (Whoa)

Machine Shop! (Whoa)
Green Lantern!

 

Bleach (Jimi Remix)

"Hey Joe, where you goin' with that gun of yours?"

"Yeah?"
"It's me.."
"I called you half a fuckin' hour ago"
"Yeah, Adrianna put my keys where I couldn't find em..."
"Go to the drug store, get two pairs of surgical gloves, some bleach, come to our friend's house...the contractor."

"Hey Joe, where you goin' with that gun of yours?"

Yo! Swing the sword for the classic year,
Bring the noise with your hands up, slash and tear,
Who can, fathom asthma, dash for air,
Spittin' on the baby bib in the plastic chair,
What's up stupid? (Shoot this),
One-five-one in the shot glass (Hot flash),
Bangin' on the drum, (uh!)
We cause havoc down in Las Vegas,
Paper trails racing Pelican briefcases,
We outrageous, name the streets gave us,
Yeah, we got fame, but now we heat blazers,
I let 'em all fly, ten in the clip, one in the chamber, ("Hey Joe, where you goin' with that?")
Thumbs up! Another banger,
Untuck the flamer, dumbfuck,
It's like gettin' hit with a dumptruck,
Brains and guts,
Maim, cut, aim, duck, same stuff, ("Hey Joe, where you goin' with that?")
Get you cracked up like cocaine, heat 'em up,
Ok, I'll let the suckas fly once,
Face down, found him in his Captain Crunch,
Uh, malpractice, a bang-all jam,
I joust rappers and track in the radar scans,
Flip beats for the crew like fleets and platoons,
Reach for the moon like Reese Witherspoon (uh!),
Don't stop the sure-shot, the rooftop anthem,
Blast the gold box, cock back the cannon,
What's up partna', I got ya (what, what),
Hope that (*pop, pop*) crack the pinata,
Slap, box, mouth of backwash,
Teeth mashed up on the asphalt, ya dig?
Set the pace like a mustang mashin', ("Hey Joe, where you goin' with that?")
Up the stakes, who wanna cut the cake, I take cash,
Dropped on a blood-stained mattress,
Stop! You ain't got access...watch,
I'ma change my accent, Ryu and Tak, ("Hey Joe, where you goin' with that?")
You little cunts in the game, you can suck my cock,
And lay flat on the ground, don't make a peep,
If you want the stains out now, get the bleach!

 

Get the bleach!

Guess who got the rubber gloves and the bleach?
Guess who rockin every club, that's me!
Get so hot, you feel the buzz in the street,
Keeping it knockin', drop drop that beat!

Guess who got the group name on top?
S.O.B. got the rap thang locked!
Who, what, what, when, why or what not?
You got messed up Ryu and Tak!

Yeah here it comes, all you hear is the click,
Blow your brains on a sandwhich like Miracle Whip,
While the blood keeps gushin',
Relish and pink mustard,
Huh! I'ma slam till I tear it to bits,
Till the bell for the recess rang,
On the defense game,
You feeling grilled like P.F. Changs,
Hopscotch on the corpse, till I drop the torch,
And burn crews for their views that I rock with force..
Sayin,
Don't stop the sure-shot, the rooftop anthem,
Blast the gold box, cock back the cannon,
What's up y'all, we don't stall,
Come one, come all till we drop the ball like,

(*scratched*)
Get the bleach!

 

Yeah

 

Yo, yo

Shinoda, Shinoda from the South Dako

It's Big Ghost right here

You know what I mean?

With the (?)

Yo, we finished off that joint for, um, Lupe

You know what I mean?

So, yo, um, hit me back eh?

So I can understand what you were saying in your raps

You know what I mean?

You got me, got me, kind of like twisted over there

Shit, I want you to explain it

How you want it

 

Spraypaint & Ink Pens

This is an invasion! Fort Minor!

Fort Minor (Fort Minor)

[Chorus]
Uh! Spraypaint and inkpens,
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 and I..

I, I, I

Yeah 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, (Yeah)
This about a young boy, dealin with the older fellas,
Promised him the lives, he see on TV,
He ran packs across town, like rhyme CDs,
And big chains, new clothes, Nike's and Reebok's,
Stacking too much loot to squeeze in a shoe box,
Saving, he promised his mom'z a crib in Atlanta,
And his pops got killed through debt, he was a gambler,
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 screamed "This is a bust",
"Is it a set up?" it seemed 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 inkpens,
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 and I..

I, I, I

(Yeah, yeah)

Lemme begin by saying...
SHUT THE FUCK UP.

Let me begin by saying,
I don't think this man knew what he had in store,
He opened the door and found the bag under the floor,
Not a peep while he's working the lock,
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'd been hustlin' 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 the 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 her 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 inkpens,
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 and I..

I, I, I

Uh!
He knew that he didn't have enough power in his thrusters,
To muster warp 5,
Plus if he pushed it the fuel cells could rupture,
And then they would die,
Then the galaxy would suffer but he knew he had to try, (Lupe, Lupe)
But he couldn't risk it,
Put the cure in his escape pod and kissed it,
And told her goodbye, she started to cry,
But he knew if he could distract them he could buy her some time,
And she could make it out alive,
He turned the suit around and got prepared for the stand off,
Space mine had blew one of the hands off,
Damaged laser cannons, and he got the system jammin',
He faced the whole fleet,
Blood seeping through his teeth,
The final saga in the seven planet wars,
Unsheated the sword, and then he charged forward,
His eyes flashed behind the cracked cockpit glass,
He let out a laugh and all she heard was a blast like...

Uh! Spraypaint and inkpens,
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 and I..

I, I, I

Yeah, ladies and gentleman this has been a Fort Minor production!
Ghostface, Fiasco..

 

Spraypaint and inkpens,

"It's an expression coming out of a simple can of paint."
"Look, its the easiest way for a kid to get famous using himself as the medium!"

"You're going to get into that gallery real soon man."
"Word. I'm going to be famous one day..."
"Why do you always say that?"
"'Cause it's true!"

 

Petrified (Doors Remix)

"Strange days, have found us.."

Fort Minor! We Major!

Ya'll are not not re-ready (no!),
Not re-ready (no!),
We about to drop it steady (so!),
Do it like that, like that, like that,
Like that, like that, like that...

Now why's everybody so petrified? (What!)
Petrified (what!), step aside,
And just drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')

Now why's everybody so petrified? (What!)
Petrified (what!), step aside,
And just drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')

(Yeah)
Drop that! (cmon')

How you doin' ya'll, my name's Mike,
I'm fluent with the new shit I'm doin' it all night,
I like what I do, I do what I like,
I can quit and get it back like I'm riding a bike.
Like STOP...
Bring it back, bring it back,

How you doin ya'll, my name's Mike,
I'm fluent with the new shit I'm doin' it all night,
I like what I do, I do what I like,
I can quit and get it back like I'm riding a bike.
Like STOP...
Bring it back, bring it back,
We got that balance keepin' us on track,
That you get when you're movin 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's everybody so petrified? (What!)
Petrified (what!), step aside,
And just drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')

Listen you are not ready,
Like children and a building you cant stand steady.
It must be the beat so heavy,
Causin' panic attacks like a crack in the levy.
Give you that Robert Plant,
Dancin' days are back, feelin all in the track,
And infact? For those knowin' the name I'm back,
With some brand new crack we 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,
Get over yourself, you know when we're up in the scene,
It's Machine Shop rockin' when we step inside,
And we got everybody so petrified!

Now why's everybody so petrified? (What!)
Petrified (what!), step aside,
And just drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')

Now why's everybody so petrified? (What!)
Petrified (what!), step aside,
And just drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')

Ya'll are not not re-ready (no!),
Not re-ready (no!),
We about to drop it steady (so!),
Do it like that, like that, like that,
Like that, like that, like that...

Ya'll are not not re-ready (no!),
Not re-ready (no!),
We about to drop it steady (so!),
Do it like that, like that, like that,
Like that, like that, like get up...

Now why's everybody so petrified? (What!)
Petrified (what!), step aside,
And just drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')

Now why's everybody so petrified? (What!)
Petrified (what!), step aside,
Dr-drop (c-cmon')
Drop (c-cmon')
Dr-drop (c-cmon')
Dr-drop that (c-cmon')

Like stop (stop), bring it back (bring it back),
We got that balance keepin' us on track...

Like stop (stop), bring it back (bring it back),

We got that balance keepin' us on track...

Like stop (stop), bring it, bring it back (bring it back),

We got that balance keepin' us on track...

Like stop (stop), bring it, bring it back (bring it back),

We got that balance keepin' us on track...

 

Get It

Yeah, Ryu and Tak.

S.O.B

Demigodz, Green Lantern, Scoop Deville
This kid is only seventeen, man.
He's about to be a problem!

So let's get right to it and groove,
It ain't nothing but a thing to get you people to move,
Got em' lovin' the way we swing, when we step on the scene,
You know we kill it, goin' all out,
We about to g-g-g-g-g-get it,

It's in my blood, I was born to spit it.
The cord has kept me warm through the storms of winter.
Ignore the pain, the struggle, when it's time for dinner,
We huddle together and grind, rain or shine,
Survive the weather, forget about changin spinners,
Throw me a bone, I'm just trying to raise my litter.
It made me bitter, eventually made me sicker,
So when the heat's on, we don't get pre-game jitters, (uh-huh)
We go to work man, diggin' the dirt,
We took 'em to church with chicken and some teenage strippers,
Livin' life by the seat of my pants, and three-peated we champs,
Undefeated, we can't lose ever.
Whoever wanted with us better roll with a camp,
Be trust to cover your ass when your asses can't. (huh)
So bottom's up, here's one for the crew,
Put some liquor in your gut and tell me what you wanna do, singin'

S, for every sucker left behind,
O, what they were yellin' when I bust a rhyme
B, best believe when it's time to get it,
We grind and check 'cause we ain't got time to kick it.
S, for the drunk sexy women,
O, sippin' Jack with some Pepsi in it,
B, best believe when it's time to get it,
We grind and check 'cause we ain't got time to kick it.

So let's get right to it and groove,
It ain't nothing but a thing to get you people to move,
Got em' lovin' the way we swing, when we step on the scene,
You know we kill it, goin' all out,
We about to g-g-g-g-g-get it,

Wow look at 'em now, their mouths are closed,
We done came a long way since 2004,
Spilled bleach, got the whole entire crowd exposed,
The fume's leaking in the street, throwin' down them bowls, (whoa)
We on the job, don't roll with the mob,
With fake facades, to get it, just to make me large,
I roll a 7 and 9, just to break the yards,
And step in your mind and unfold the great bazaar,
Hit the killswitch...yeah I found my hitch,
I'm on the pitchers mound, for now it's me and Will Smith,
Finally overseas, I sneak in your mattress,
Ain't nothin' like a sweet club freak with a accent,
We out gettin' bent, million dollar amounts,
So if you with me, lemme see you raise your bottle and shout,
Singin'...

S, for every sucker left behind,
O, what they were yellin' when I bust a rhyme
B, best believe when it's time to get it,
We grind and check 'cause we ain't got time to kick it.
S, for the drunk sexy women,
O, sippin' Jack with some Pepsi in it,
B, best believe when it's time to get it,
We grind and check 'cause we ain't got time to kick it.

So let's get right to it and groove,
It ain't nothing but a thing to get you people to move,
Got em' lovin' the way we swing, when we step on the scene,
You know we kill it, goin' all out,
We about to g-g-g-g-g-get it...

 

(Gonna be somebody)

For anybody I can

(Gonna be someone)

For anyone that told me I had no chance

(Gonna be somebody)

Telling you the time has come (like that)

(Gonna be someone)

Maybe you'll get it when I'm finally done

 

Be Somebody

Green Lantern!

Uh! M.S., Lupe,
You know...I'm a fan man, I'm a real fan, (Gonna be somebody)
I feel real honored to be up in here, you know what I'm sayin'? (Gonna be somebody)
They had to bring out the expensive mics for this one, (Gonna be somebody)
You know what I'm sayin? The $7000 headphones for this one here, (Gonna be somebody)
You know what I'm sayin?
Come on..talk to em'!

This is the story of them against us, win or lose,
Forcing your feet into someone else's shoes,
Everybody's got somethin' to say,
That we aughta live their way,
What we're doing'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 is too much to take,
Too much weight?
Ladies and gentleman,
If anybody can hear me right now please shout back,
We're not the only one's feeling 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 wanna do is push you to be that,
And all you wanna do is scream back...

Gonna be somebody...
For anybody telling me I cant,
Gonna be someone...
For anyone who told me I had no chance,
Gonna be somebody...
I'm telling 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 making it were slim to none,
Ladies and...fuck it,
I'm tired of them saying the dream you have doesn't exist,
Telling you you're worthless, saying you should quit,
Basically telling you that you'll never be shit!
Really, they're pissed 'cause they'll never acheive,
Some opportunity they missed back when they sixteen,
And all they wanna do is push you to be that,
And all you wanna do is scream back...

Uh!
They're gonna think you're crazy mumblin' to yourself,
In the basement all day 'uh-uh-uh'in to yourself,
My pop's didn't dig it, was shovelin' to myself,
My boy's used to get it, they dug it cause they felt,
My undertaking took me I was makin' in my stealth,
A wealth of rhymes, of crazy I would chuckle to myself, (ha)
Then they went into the mental rolodex,
See I knew em' by heart like a brain in my chest,
Then I, took em' to school where subjects was getting felt,
Books under my seat, notebook laying on my desk,
My teacher's like, "Mr. Jaco?"
"Yes?"
"With all that knowledge, you aint tryin' to college,
Be a lawyer or a doctor, get a whole lotta' dollars,
Rather degrade woman 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 telling me I cant,
Gonna be someone...
For anyone who told me I had no chance,
Gonna be somebody...
I'm telling you the time has come, (like that)
Gonna be someone...
(Uh) And maybe you'll get it when I'm finally done.

This is an invasion! Fort Minor - The Rising Tied,
In stores November, Twenty Two.

 

Respect 4 Grandma

("Dry your eyes long enough to see,
That you have found the love you thought,
You had in him, here in me,
Love is hope girl, love is strength,
Here's someone standing right beside you,
Who would...")
"Are we recording right now?"
"Yea we're recording..."
"I cant do it right now, 'cause my grandma is asleep in the other room, so I gotta like...go into like, another room and yell it."
"Go ahead."
"It's respect for Grandma, you know what I mean?" (*laughter*)

Scoop Deville!
You're now rocking with a drunken battle,
We pack pumps like sluts when they travelin',

Scoop Deville!
You're now rocking with a drunken battle,
We pack pumps like sluts when they travelin',

(Fort Minor)

Scoop Deville!
You're now rocking with a drunken battle,
We pack pumps like sluts when they travelin',
With shoes in the trunk,
I'm losin' it punk,
Missin' a few screws and a nut,
I'm stupid as fuck, I'm from the old school but I flunked,
Black on black, rips with some grain to grip,
Bitch slappin' these trick rappers till they pay this pimp,
Quit acting and click clackin' like you famous...shit,
You faggots are broke with names out of gangsta flicks! (Biatch!)
What a joke, you ain't never cut up coke on a scale,
Or snuck dope through the border in a coconut shell,
Fuck no, you wanna tell your little veteran tales,
So when I put the smoke in your mouth you better inhale,
Suck it!

You ready? Let's get it,
The game's now finished,
It's all weapons to aim, with a thousand rounds in it,
Machine shop class, mixtape lynch men,
Clapping at you track rabbits...back to the benches! (Yeah)
People fiend this, call me the evil genius,
Got them bumpin' Styles, in the Buick Regal speedin',

People fiend this, call me the evil genius,
Got them bumpin' Styles, in the Buick Regal speedin',

...fiend this, call me the evil genius,
Got them bumpin' Styles, in the Buick Regal speedin',
Brim with the tilt, cigar on my clutch,
You're crying over spilled milk, Demigodz whats up?
Got a flask full of that ol' lucky #7 brand,
Get rid of your first stringm I aint playing second hand,
You messin' with butane, get scorched in a torch fire,
Look out for the new slang, you rockin' with Fort Minor!

("Love is here standing by

Love is here standing by

Love is here standing by

Love is here standing by")
"Alright hold on a second..
Yeah..yeah yeah you know who the fuck it is,
S.O.B motherfuckas, Demigodz motherfuckas,
Mike Shinoda motherfuckas, and this is Celph Titled mothafucka,
We put a pipe bomb in your tail pipe, and let it go off mother fuckas,
My gun don't fit through the doorway motherfuckas,
Let's 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 go dim, and the beat drops in,
Even Texas cant hold 'em,
Ante up and Im in
Im like Black Jack Johnson and M.O.B.,
Drinking handfuls of Jack Daniels, (you'll see)
Cause when we hop in the Jeep to try out the CD,
You'll want to low ride a bucking bronco to Scoop's beat now,
My name's Mike (Mike), remember it well,
More rock than "Raising Hell",
Rougher then "Rock The Bells,"
Ryu and Tak will tell you what's really the deal,
If you want it come and get us at the end of this twelve!

 

("Love is here standing by

Love is here standing by

Love is here standing by

Love is here standing by")

"Yeah yeah yeah...you know the fuckin drilly,
Keeping it Godzilla up in the motherfuckin' Home Depot,
This is Celph Titled the lame mile killer
This is S.O.B, this is Demigodz, this is M. Shinoda The Cobra Holder,
And this is your brain on crack motherfucka!"

 

"Love is here standing by

Love is here standing by

Love is here standing by"

("Perfect, this guy is a fuckin' genius!")

 

There They Go (Green Lantern Remix)

Machine Shop!

Yeah, ladies and gentlemen,
Pleased to meet you,
I go by the name of Sixx John,
Of course you know Mike Shinoda. (Yeah)
Uh-oh,
West coast,
Let's go!

(One time) For my machine shop crew, and then it's,
(Two times) S.O.B and LP 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 sayin'

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,
Y'all can't really hang with us in this,
Everybody's so afraid of us...shit,

Armed and dangerous, bitch

Armed and dangerous, bitch,
Y'all can't really hang with us in 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 fucking floor,
Like "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'd just as soon crack a bottle,
As crack you over the head with a bottle of beer!
So just listen up there, powderpuff,
Better believe that I'm not playin',
You can love it, you can hate,
But don't mistake it, everybody sayin'

Oh no, close the door, shut the lights, and start the show. (Yeah)
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.

REMIX!

REMIX!

What you really wanna do is this,
Just make believe that I don't exist,
But you won't because everytime you go to spit (yo check this ou-),
I talk over you just like this (shit!)
It's annoying, just for you,
You could scream all day til your face is blue.
I'm gettin' in your head and you know it too,
And that's just me, you don't know my crew (Machine Shop!)
My man Sixx John understand though,
The way that he flows, you can call him Rambo,
Never missed a shot, never run outta ammo,
Comin' with heat like a goddamn commando,
And add in S.O.B,
Ryu, Tak, Vin Scully,
Cheapshot, and now you see,
Fuck with me? Nah.
Sixx?

Oh no, uh-oh,
Whatever you yell when you see that door close,
I'ma bail through the back (fo' sho'),
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 Shinode,
I'm just plain old 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 gotta walk these streets.
I'm ain't trippin' homie, talk is cheap,
A cappella or we can bark on a beat,
And if that ain't enough action,
I've got 17 pages in this little magazine I keep.

We've got this place rockin',
Beat knockin', non stoppin',
If ya'll are with it, lemme hear it now (yeah, yo)

We've got this place rockin',
Beat knockin', non stoppin',
If ya'll are with it, lemme hear it now (yeah, yo)

(One time) For my machine shop crew, and then it's,
(Two times) S.O.B and LP 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.

Fort Minor!
Totally ridiculous,
How sick is this?
Shinoda
Totally ridiculous,
How sick is this?
Machine Shop!
Totally ridiculous,
How sick is this?
Green Lantern
Totally ridiculous,
You, you see 'em

 

All Night

I'll break ya brain cells off at the stem,
Ya status is stupider,
Ap is a nuclear blast, heart blacker than Lucifer,
I could sit and write a list of all the shit I would do to ya,
Head so big... I'll rest my fitted cap on Jupiter,
You ain't built like this, you're a soft carbon copy,
A Care Bear, compared to a Auto Bots body,
The rap's like crack, I supply to the blocks,
Drop pipes, cop mics, say goodbye to ya rocks,
I'm a muthafuckin' star, the status of John Lennon,
Ya'll "Ordinary People", singin' to John Legend,
Write a track dissin Ap? better "X" that out...
I don't play that... like rap in a redneck's house,
I could have ya brain cells spinnin' quicker than Spreewells,
Ya female, e-mailin' me all ya details,
I don't dig up dirt... I shake the Earth,
And I never say names, I wouldn't waste the verse,
Off of the top i'm hot... and when they dare me to write?
Prepare to carry the mic to a burial site,
I'm a pioneer, fuckin' up stereotypes,
I snatched chains as a kid... made you carry ya bikes,
I got an addiction to spittin', shit is heroin like,
Story teller speak of Hell and the American plight,
Money blower, funny though... it seems embarrassin' right?
Rock shows, blow the dough on a pair of Air Nike's ALL NIGHT...

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yo, you know the rules, I cruise with a tough band,
You in the fucking closet with brooms and a dustpan,
I clean sweep your fleet body, softenin' and gellin',
And now you want a mic...yeah right!
My life and your skeleton, dummy
I'm in the place, you can tell when it's bloody,
I freaking paid for your face straight,
I'll mail ya the money,
I'm ready and willing to watch ya spine sever the flesh,
Lets see if I don't kill him in five seconds or less,
I keep coming back like rashes on an infant,
You don't want a chance to clash with the magnificent seven of us,
It's heaven, but never enough,
So I tighten the vice quick, so his head will get crushed,
I'm out of sight, now deep in this music,
Leaving them upside down, fiendin' for new shit,
Ribkat's is the wrong pal to creep in the booth with,
Blow a hole in your back just to eat it for soup dish,
You bitch!

Yo, the Demigodz stand for killers!
More specifically we deadly entertainers, maniac ignorant godzillas,
And we never took the route them other crooks took,
Because we kept recipes for human flesh in my mother's cook book!
You're souffléd in more ways then ten!
Celph Titled's flow is choking the wind, my favorite past time is soaking in sin!
The most accurate sharp shooter with no scope,
Shoot with my left, and watch you all die from second hand smoke,
Im repping my fans so! You better act cool,
My soul will make a Ouija board jump up and slap you, dummy,
You not thinking smart!
I bust so many blammers and blinkers, that I should start a rock band called Blinkin Spark!
Sinking sharks with no harpoons, my arsenal is a sawblade carved in two sliding your coffin through,
Apathy is insane, and I'm the same as my brother,
I'm like a circus show sniper, I aim for the juggler,
Catch a case, and before the Judge could slam down the gavel,
The whole room ducking and hidin' from grenade shrapnel,
These rap verses I be breezin' though,
Because I'm like a celibate, under oath, un-fucking-believable.

Demigodz, Fort Minor
You've heard of us
Styles of Beyond (Styles of Beyond)
You've heard of us, the murderous!

Demigodz, Fort Minor
You've heard of us
Styles of Beyond (Styles of Beyond)
You've heard of us, the murderous!
Machine Shop!

 

Cover and Duck

Gentlemen and ladies,
Please put down your expensive champange,
It's about to get ugly in here!
(Yeah, set it on the motherfuckers!)
Let's go!
My name is Mike Shinoda,
And with some help from my man Celph Titled (you're goddamned right!),
I would like to introduce to you from Styles of Beyond: Tak-bir!

Yo, I'm here, put a sock in your mouth, you now rockin' with Styles,
That's how we knockin 'em down (tak-bir),
Yo, I'm here, put a sock in your mouth, you now rockin' with Styles,
That's how we knockin 'em down, no other option around,
Cause I'm just cockin' and *blaow*, me and my popular pals,
Don't make me hop in the crowd, stop jocking about.
We takin' over and stompin' all of your porch spiders,
Cover and duckin', and we're shootin straight out of Fort Minor,
Roll with a pack of fifty so when they get that shifty,
I put a stamp on it and slap 'em with a flask of whiskey.
You got your hopes they're blazin', buzzin' with no sedation,
I got a *gun cocks* and a party cap for both occasions.
With something terrible seeping into your stadium,
Never perform solo, I'm freakin' sick in the cranium.
Packin' a man, yeah, the hooligan's back,
Quick to crackin' ya shins with aluminum bats,
Got the place going bananas and they pumpin they fists,
I tellin' my brim in Los Angeles to jump in the pit.

What the fuck are you doing, man? You spilled my Cristal all over me!

So buff, so rugged, so rough,
Like a runaway train we're tearing the track up,
We're at it again, we're ready to act up,
So cover and duck, show us you're rocking with us,
Let's see a fist if you're rocking with this,
Let me see your fist if you're rocking with this,

(Yeah, yo)

From the start 'til the end, night until the dawn,
It's that fight music cause right when it comes on,
You just lose control of your elbows and fists,
Fuckin' utter disregard

From the start 'til the end

From the start 'til the end, night until the dawn,
It's that fight music cause right when it comes on,
You just lose control of your elbows and fists,
Fuckin' utter disregard for your body in the pit.
People are swinging limbs, swinging bottles and chairs,
Throwin' linebacker motherfuckers up in the air,
So back up, we got you wearing that Fight Club glare,
Steady, tearing down the club cause you just don't care.
It's the realest way to feel it when the speakers pop poppin',
You with it if you get it when that beat starts knockin',
And we kill it when get up on that mic, start rockin',
And you feel it when you hear it cause we're on nonstoppin'.
So, ask a buddy or a friend if they know (know),
We do it daily, never maybe, every show (show).
Ya'll want to get down? I'm ready to roll,
Right now, y'all ready? Let's get it, let's go!

So buff, so rugged, so rough
Like a runaway train we're tearing the track up
We're at it again, we're ready to act up
So cover and duck, show us you're rocking with us
Let's see a fist if you're rocking with this
Let me see your fist if you're rocking with this
Yo, let's see a fist if you're rocking with this
Let me see your fist if you're rocking with this
Ryu!

Yo, so now they notice me rockin' over Shinoda beats,
Makin' it crack like the extract in cocoa leaves,
Hopefully labels love it, if not then fuck 'em,
I'm cutting to break cables, ain't stoppin' at nothing,
My hype is coming, murder for the price of a muffin,
You'd think twice with a steak knife stuck in your stomach,
I'm like "Who ever wanted whistle? I'll let you bring a pistol",
I'll put a verse on both wings like a stinger missile,
Provoking people to bring it, I keep the weapons stable,
I'll blow a fucking hole through 'em like a western bagel,
Yeah, I talk tough and I rap ignorant too,
Sick of me kickin' knowledge, getting crap on my shoes (eww!),
I'm off my rocker, a psycho stalker,
The girl called me David Beckem, she thought I was going to 'sock her',
Nah, I'm the one to get it crackin', the plan works,
Before I rock a show you gotta fax in the fans first...

Ready? Let's go!

So buff, so rugged, so rough
Like a runaway train we're tearing the track up
We're at it again, we're ready to act up
So cover and duck, show us you're rocking with us
Let's see a fist if you're rocking with this
Let me see your fist if you're rocking with this
Yo, let's see a fist if you're rocking with this
Let me see your fist if you're rocking with this
Come on, Celph Titled!

If it ain't raw, it ain't right, so get it right,
We at it again, now to act up and start a fight,
So cover and duck cause we runnin' a muck,
No, cover and duck cause we about to erupt,
Throw your motherfuckin' hands to the sky (sky),
And make a fist if you want to get live (live),
Throw your motherfuckin' hands to the sky (sky),
And make a fist if you want to get live (live).

Come on y'all! Yeah!
You like that shit?
We had to get real Godzilla on 'em this time!
Tak 'n' Ryu, S.O.B, Celph Titled!
M. Shinoda the Cobra Holder, Demigodz!
That's how my crew do,
Shut the fuck up when old folks is talkin'!

 

Remember The Name

Green Lantern
You ready?!
Lets go!

Yeah!
For those of you that wanna know what we're all about?
It's like this ya'll (c'mon!)

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!

(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, or 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 beer,
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, Ryu had 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!

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 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 it's 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, (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?!

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!

 

Petrified

Yeah! Fort Minor! Fort Minor! Fort Minor!

Ya'll are not not re-ready (no!),
Not re-ready (no!),
We about to drop it steady (so!),
Do it like that, like that, like that,
Like that, like that, like that, like that...

Now why's everybody so petrified? (What!)
Petrified (what!), step aside,
And just drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')

Now why's everybody so petrified? (What!)
Petrified (what!), step aside,
And just drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')

How you doin ya'll, my name's Mike,
I'm fluent with the new shit I'm doin it all night,
I like what I do, I do what I like,
I can quit and get it back like I'm riding a bike.
Like STOP...
Bring it back, bring it back,
We got that balance keepin us on track,
That you get when you're movin' 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's everybody so petrified? (What!)
Petrified (what!), step aside,
And just drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')

Listen you are not ready,
Like children and a building you cant stand steady.
It must be the beat so heavy,
Causin' panic attacks like a crack in the levy.
Give you that Robert Plant,
Dancin' days are back, feelin all in the track,
And infact? For those knowin' the name I'm back,
With some brand new crack we 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,
Get over yourself, you know when we're up in the scene,
It's Machine Shop rockin' when we step inside,
And we got everybody so petrified!

Now why's everybody so petrified? (What!)
Petrified (what!), step aside,
And just drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')

Now why's everybody so petrified? (What!)
Petrified (what!), step aside,
And just drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')

Ya'll are not not re-ready (no!),
Not re-ready (no!),
We about to drop it steady (so!),
Do it like that, like that, like that,
Like that, like that, like that, like that...

Ya'll are not not re-ready (no!),
Not re-ready (no!),
We about to drop it steady (so!),
Do it like that, like that, like that,
Like that, like that, like that, like get up...

Why's everybody so petrified? (What!)
Petrified (what!), step aside,
And just drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')

Why's everybody so petrified? (What!)
Petrified (what!), step aside,
And just drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')

 

Outro

Ladies and gentlemen
You are tuned into the Fort Minor mixtape
Yo, Green, tell 'em what the name of the mixtape is

Fort Minor, of course
("C'mon homie we major, we major..")

("C'mon homie we major, we major..")
It's always a pleasure, Mike, where we go?

("C'mon homie we major, we major..")

("C'mon homie we major, we major..")

Fort Minor, We Major

Gotta say "What up?" to my executive producer: Mr. S dot Carter
"What up?" to Ghostface, Fiasco, Sixx John,
Bishop Lamont, Trek Life, Celph Titled, Apathy,
Scoop De Ville, Styles of Beyond, Machine Shop!

The Rising Tied in stores November 22!

 

 

The Rising Tied

Introduction

"The record that you made,
That's underground hip-hop, ("Okay.")
But with big...with big sounds,

But with big...with big sounds,
That's what takes it over 'cause the sounds are so big,
It's an underground...that's an underground hip-hop record,

The richness of the music and everything, I knew it was going to be somethin' serious."

 

Remember The Name

You ready?!
Lets go!
Yeah!
For those of you that wanna know what we're all about?
It's like this ya'll (c'mon!)

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 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, or 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 beer,
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, Ryu had 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!

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 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?!

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!

 

Right Now

Someone right now, is leavin' their apartment,
Looking down at the street, and wonderin' where their car went,
Someone in a car, is sittin' at a signal,
In front of a restaurant, starin' 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,
But spent half the rent at a bar getting plastered,
Now he's gotta walk 14 blocks,
Just to work at a shop where he's about to get fired.
Someone right now, is lookin' pretty tired,
Staring at a laptop, tryin' to get inspired,
As somebody living right across the street,
Just wrote the best thing that she's written all week,
But her best friend is 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, but...

Yo, I'm just takin' 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) (just like that) (just like that) (just like that)

Somebody right right now is droppin' his vote,
Inside a box and tryin' not to get shot in his throat,
For the act of freedom,
Right now, somebody's 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 him,
Though we mourn, remain proud, salute the troops,
Get some, I know you boys got some work to do.

Meanwhile, right now someone's 25-to-life-ing,
Standing on a corner with their thumb up hitchhiking,
Scratching off a lotto ticket, hopin' for a real winner,
Sneaking through the border just to work and eat a real dinner,
Right now, somoene wishes they were you and I,
Instead of second-guessing fatal thoughts of quiet suicide,
But right now I'm staring out 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 out of my sight, but...

Yo, I'm just takin' it in,
From a second story hotel window again,
The T.V's on and my bags are packed,
But in this world everything can change just like that (like that) (just like that) (just like that) (just like that)

Yo, I'm just takin' it in,
From a second story hotel window again,
The T.V's on and my bags are packed,
But in this world everything can change just like that (like that) (just like that) (just like that) (just like that)

Yeah, right now somebody's sittin' in the darkness,
Tryin' to figure how to put some heat in they apartment,
But they got a little mattress, little carpet,
And they appreciate it 'cause some people on a park bench.
You see 'em when you rushing to get to the office,
Wife ride by 'em when she comin' home from the market,
Right now somebody comin' out the pocket,
Tryin' to dump that rock they runnin' 'round the block with,
Same time, the 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 kickin' and punchin' and cussin' at the doctors.
Down the hall a child is takin' it's breath,
The doctors ain't even passed him to the nurse yet, yo,
I wonder if he understands what it's worth yet,
Life, the time spent while we here 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, then next say forever,
Right now, everybody got to get it together, man,

I'm just takin' it in,
In another strange hotel lobby again,
With my luggage on my back, I don't know where I'm at,
I'm in a world where it all change just like that (like that) (just like that) (just like that) (just like that)

Yo, I'm just takin' 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) (just like that) (just like that) (just like that)

 

Petrified

Ya'll are not not re-ready (no!),

Not re-ready (no!),
We about to drop it steady (so!),
Do it like that, like that, like that,
Like that, like that, like that, like that...

 

Now why's everybody so petrified? (What!)
Petrified (what!), step aside,
And just drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')

Now why's everybody so petrified? (What!)
Petrified (what!), step aside,
And just drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')

How you doin ya'll, my name's Mike,
I'm fluent with the new shit I'm doin it all night,
I like what I do, I do what I like,
I can quit and get it back like I'm riding a bike.
Like STOP...
Bring it back, bring it back,
We got that balance keepin us on track,
That you get when you're movin' 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's everybody so petrified? (What!)
Petrified (what!), step aside,
And just drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')

Listen you are not ready,
Like children and a building you cant stand steady.
It must be the beat so heavy,
Causin' panic attacks like a crack in the levy.
Give you that Robert Plant,
Dancin' days are back, feelin all in the track,
And infact? For those knowin' the name I'm back,
With some brand new crack we 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,
Get over yourself, you know when we're up in the scene,
It's Machine Shop rockin' when we step inside,
And we got everybody so petrified!

Now why's everybody so petrified? (What!)
Petrified (what!), step aside,
And just drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')

Now why's everybody so petrified? (What!)
Petrified (what!), step aside,
And just drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')

Ya'll are not not re-ready (no!),
Not re-ready (no!),
We about to drop it steady (so!),
Do it like that, like that, like that,
Like that, like that, like that, like that...

Ya'll are not not re-ready (no!),
Not re-ready (no!),
We about to drop it steady (so!),
Do it like that, like that, like that,
Like that, like that, like that, like get up...

Why's everybody so petrified? (What!)
Petrified (what!), step aside,
And just drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')

Why's everybody so petrified? (What!)
Petrified (what!), step aside,
And just drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')

Drop that! (cmon')

 

Like stop! (stop x10)

Machine shop! (shop x10)

 

Feel Like Home

Yeah

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 (feel like home)

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 (feel like home)

Standin' on the bridge in the dark and I'm seein' my breath,
Tryin' to make it home without freezin' to death,
And my grandfather's face is stuck in my mind and how,
Seeing him tonight's gonna be the last time.
I should've brought a jacket,
Blowin' in my hands like it's really gonna stop the chill,
I buy a cup of cofee with a five dollar bill, thinkin',
Layin' in that box people look so still,
At times like these you start thinkin',
Your first beath in, and your clock starts tickin',
I'm not trying to bum anyone out,
Not trying to be dramatic, just thinkin' out loud,
I'm just tryin' 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.

Yeah, kinda funny how this world can treat you,
Like a freak in a sideshow, a carnival creature,
Climbin' outta cans, I'm a diamond in the sand,
But you can't tell the difference on a beach full of rhinestones,
My life's like tryin' 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 for 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, that even death looks right.
All I can do is hope for the best and pray,
That it gets a little better than yesterday.

(These) 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 (feel like home)

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 (feel like home)

Yo, pardon me, I think I'm next to url,
Too many problems goin' on, that's why I left my girl.
Packed my bags and I traveled with a pen and my notepad,
Pissed that I was broke and all the things that I don't have,
But still, I try to find a way to escape,
From all the hate planted in my head which lead to mistakes,
But now I'm breakin' 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 this cold existance,
Even though things are changin', I'm goin' the distance,
Overcomin' 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 tryin' not to cry, trin' to get by,
And tryin' not too 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,
Just pretend you don't feel so alone.

 

Feel like home

Feel like home

Feel like home

Feel like home

Feel like home

Feel like home

Feel like home

Feel like home

 

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 tryin' to stay by the phone,
'Cause your voice always helps me and I feel not so alone,
But I feel like an idiot, working my day around a call,
That 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 waiting,
At times debating, telling you I've had it with you and your career,
Me and the rest of the family here singing "Where'd you go?"."

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.

Come back home, you know that 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.
(Shit) I find myself just filling my time,
With anything to keep the thought of you from my mind,
I'm doing fine, and I'm planning to keep it that way,
And 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 waiting,
At times debating, telling you that I've had it with you and your career.
Me and the rest of the family here singing "Where'd you go?"."

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 know it's a little fucked up,
That I'm stuck here waiting,
No longer debating,
Tired of sitting and hating and making 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

 

When you made me that initial batch of songs

I was like, "That's the shit right there"

Holla

 

In Stereo

"That beat is hard!"

This is how it goes,
Welcome one and all to the show,
We’re wired up, fired up, fuckin' 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,
Previewin' the new shit before all the masses,
'Cause the first thing I need when I got a new beat,
Is to see how it sounds echoin' off the street,
I just take it for a spin, pop the CD in,
Slide it up to ten and get that rear view shakin',
And play it again so there’s no mistakin',
San Andreas the block get this bitch earthquakin' like..OH!

Oh-oh!
Ready for it? Here we go,
We got the whole block rockin' in stereo,
We're takin' control, lettin' everybody know,
And if you feel it lemme hear everybody go,
Oh-Oh!

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 chit chat on me homie, kick back,
I’m on that shit that can get your homie bitchslapped,
So zip your lip back, listen and watch,
We got the whole block rockin' off the way the beat knocks,
You dont 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 earthquakin' like..OH!

Oh...oh!
Ready for it? Here we go,
We got the whole block rockin' in stereo,
We're takin' control, lettin' everybody know,
And if you feel it lemme hear everybody go,
Oh...oh!

Ready for it? Here we go,
We got the whole block rockin' in stereo,
We're takin' control, lettin' everybody know,
And if you feel it lemme hear everybody go,

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, ya'll, burn that system out,
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, ya'll, burn out that system like OH!

Oh...oh!
Ready for it? Here we go,
We got the whole block rockin' in stereo,
We're takin' control, lettin everybody know,
And if you feel it lemme hear everybody go,
Oh...oh!

Ready for it? Here we go,
We got the whole block rockin' in stereo,
We're takin' control, lettin everybody know,
And if you feel it lemme hear everybody go,
Oh...oh!

Let’s go ahead and test out the speakers, you ready?
Let’s go, like this!

 

Back Home

Uh! Yeah...yo,
We about to take ya'll to the tip, to the crib...
Let's do it Mike!

Yeah!

Back home (back home),
Everybody's searching for somethin',
But all they can find is a whole lot of nothin',
Back home (back home),
Ain't nobody hopin' and prayin',
'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)

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 (back home),
Everybody's searching for somethin',
But all they can find is a whole lot of nothin',
Back home (back home),
Ain't nobody hopin' and prayin',
'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)

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 (uh!),
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, (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 hospital,
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 in the litter,
Where kids write bigger, right inside the LA river,
On the concrete, a symbol of our everyday way,
Its that color and concentration over heavy and grey,
And by the time the ink dries on this page,
I'll be half a day away from the place where I stay!

Back home (back home),
Everybody's searching for somethin',
But all they can find is a whole lot of nothin',
Back home (back home),
Ain't nobody hopin' and prayin',
'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)

We takin it back home ya'll,
Yeah it's Common Sense (yeah!),
My guy Mike (what up Com'?),
S.O.B. (uh-huh),
Yeah, this is how we rotate,
It's good music (ha ha ha),
Hip-hop (don't stop!), yeah
Uh, it's home for me baby...yeah!

 

Cigarettes

Yeah..go ahead and uh, cue those special effects..(haha)
Yeah..

Man I love this rap game,
Mainly 'cause its 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 cant 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 telling 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 thats filling up my brain,
So sell me on the product, I'm addicted to the game,
Suck it up like a cigarette, light it up man...

Its just like a cigarette, its something that I do,
Once in a while but between me and you,
Its just like a cigarette, nobody's really fooled,
I don't want the truth, I wanna feel fucking cool!

Let me tell you something that I realized tonight,
My hip hop radio's like Marlboro Light,
They're both selling stories,
And they sound about the same,
Cigarettes say their safe,
Rappers claim they really bang,
We dont 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 lying 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,
'Cause even though we know it's all just a big bluff,
We just light another up, what,
We don't give a fuck!

Its just like a cigarette, its something that I do,
Once in a while but between me and you,
Its just like a cigarette, nobody's really fooled,
I don't want the truth, I wanna feel fucking cool!

Its just like a cigarette, its something that I do,
Once in a while but between me and you,
Its just like a cigarette, nobody's really fooled,
I don't want the truth, I wanna feel fucking cool!

Man, listen to my words, listen for awhile,
Lip Service radio, dont touch the dial,
If you're in the car, turn up the track, man,
Give your whole neighborhood some second hand rap, hey,
Matter of a fact, listen for awhile,
Lip Service radio, dont touch the dial,
If you're in the car man turn up the track, and,
Give the whole neighborhood some second hand rap!

Its just like a cigarette, its something that I do,
Once in a while but between me and you,
Its just like a cigarette, nobody's really fooled,
I don't want the truth, I wanna feel fucking cool!

Its just like a cigarette, its something that I do,
Oh, for real, but between me and you,
Its just like a cigarette, nobody's really fooled,

I don't want the truth, I wanna feel fucking cool!

 

Believe Me

Yeah

 

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,
Won't be there when you go down,
Just so you know now,
You're on your own now,
Believe me!

Yo, I don't want to be the one to blame, you like fun and games,
Keep playing '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 is the same shade of grey.

Hey, I used have a little bit of a plan, used to,
Have a concept of where I stand,
But that concept slipped right out of my hand and 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,
What ever happens to you, we'll see,
But it's not gonna happen with me.

I guess,
That this is where we've come to, (Yeah)
If you don't want to,
Then you don't have to believe me,
But I,
Won't be there when you go down, (Yeah)
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 faking 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 that you were not,
And now this guilt is really all that I got.

Uh, you turn your back and walk away in shame,
All you got is a memory of pain,
Nothing makes sense so you stare at the ground,
And hear my voice in my 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 and,
Whatever happens to you, we'll see,
But it's not gonna happen to me,

I guess,
That this is where we've come to, (Yeah)
If you don't want to,
Then you don't have to believe me,
But I,
Won't be there when you go down, (Yeah)
Just so you know now,
You're on your own now,
Believe me!

I guess,
That this is where we've come to, (Yeah)
If you don't want to,
Then you don't have to believe me,
But I,
Won't be there when you go down, (Yeah)
Just so you know now,
You're on your own now,
Believe me!

I'll do 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,
(You're on your own now believe me)

 

(Yeah)

 

So, here's the thing...

 

Get Me Gone

"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... 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 (Yeah)
'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 humour faded,
When some magazines printed that our label made us,
We were too 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!)

(*Laughter*)
"Can you believe that? Like that's crazy,
It sounds crazy right, like this point,
At this point you're thinking...you hear that you're like,
'That guy..is out of his mind!', But honestly at that point...
Like besides the fact he wanted me to just play keyboards or whatever,
Didn't want me to rap..he was like 'Maybe Joe Hahn..should, um...wear a lab coat, and a cowboy hat on stage',
Like when we play? ('yo?!')
I swear to god he was crazy!
('So Joe..in a cowboy hat?!')
Yeah, and later on he claimed he wrote all our songs,
So yeah..that was..that was really nice."

 

High Road

Lets go ya'll!

These people are running off at the mouth,
Tryin to convince me that I'm running 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 cant 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 playing,
And start asking me the names that I'm not saying,
But I'm tryin to be bigger than the bickering,
Bigger than the petty name calling,
Under the breath talking,
Rumors and labels and categorization,
I'm like a struggling doctor: no patience, (haha)
But you can say what you want about me,
Keep talkin' while I'm walkin' away!

You can say what you have to say,
'Cause 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,
'Cause my mind's made up anyway,
All that bullshit you talk might work a lot, (Yeah, yo)
But it's not gonna work today!

You people are running 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 cant take this,
Let me spell it out plain for you angry groups,
Complaining 'bout the things we do,
I'm not changing direction,
I'm stepping my game up,
Maintainin my name, same way I came up,
You're gonna see that I'm not playing,
And start asking the names that I'm not saying,
But I'm trying not to mention the names of,
People who wanna siphon attention,
You like the hype but,
Pretendin you're part of the picture wont pass,
You're like a high school dropout: no class, (Haha)
You can say what you want about me,
Keep talkin' while I'm walkin' away! (Bitch!)

You can say what you have to say,
'Cause 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,
'Cause 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?
'Cause I cant stand to keep this in,
All I really want, I'll say again!

You can say what you have to say,
'Cause 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,
'Cause 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)

 

Kenji

"My father came from Japan in 1905,
He was 15 when he immigrated from Japan,
He worked until he was able to buy - to actually build a store.."

Let me tell you a 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 and 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 LA, 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 LA from Japan,
They called him 'Immigrant,' in Japanese,
He'd say he was called "Iisei," that meant,
'First Generation In The United States,' when,
Everybody 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 Coming,"
Pictures of soldiers dying and running,
Ken knew what it would lead to,
And just like he guessed, the president said,
"The evil Japanese in our home country would be locked away,"
They gave Ken, a couple of days,
To get his whole life packed in two bags,
Just two bags,
He couldn't even pack his clothes,
And some folks didn't even have a suitcase,
To pack anything in,
So two trash bags is all they gave them,
When the kids asked mom "Where are we going?"
Nobody even knew what to say to them,
Ken didn't wanna lie,
He said "The US is looking for spies,
So we have to live in a place called Manzanar,
Where a lot of Japanese people are.",
Stop it don't look at the gunmen!
You don't wanna get the soldiers wondering,
If you're 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.

"Yeah, soon as war broke out, the F.B.I. came and...they just come to the house,
and, 'You have to come.', 'All the Japanese have to go", they took Mr. Ni,
The people couldn't understand, 'Why did they have to take him,
Because he's just an innocent laborer?' "

So now they're in a town with soldiers surrounding them,
Every day, every night, looked down at them,
From watchtowers up on the wall,
Ken couldn't really hate them at all,
They were just doing their job and,
He wasn't gonna make any problems,
He had a little garden, 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 family's life saved,
Prisoners of war in their own damn country,
What for?
And time passed in the prison town, he wondered,
If he'd live it down if and when they were free,
The only way out was joining the army, and supposedly,
Some men went out for the army, signed on,
And ended up flying to Japan with a bomb,
That fifteen kiloton blast, put an end to the war pretty fast,
Two cities were blown to bits,
The end of the war came quick,
And Ken got out,
Big hopes of a normal life, with his kids and his wife, but,
Then they got back to their home, and,
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 wiping 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, it was pretty, pretty bad."
"I remember my husband said, 'Oh we're gonna stay 'til last.'
Then my husband died before they closed the camp."

 

Red To Black

Whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa

Whoa

 

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 / but instead (Whoa)
He'd drink every night 'til he passed out (Whoa)
Then he'd do it all again
The whole time / smiling on the outside to cover the pain (Whoa)
But on the inside / all he was trying to do was get away (Whoa)

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 it's all 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 'til your head bursts
And it hurts so bad / she left / now you suffer
Should've thought of that one first
No family / no kids / can accept what you did / now you wanna
Run away but you can't cause the past comes back again

Slippin' through the cracks / sip a little Jack
Go to be half dead
What about the 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 mom's gotta find a way to get a job
Outta debt / outta dodge / out of breath / out of this big problem
My pop's wanna get away from the pain (Whoa)
In a better place in his brain
But the medication he takes makes him wasted (Whoa)
So sick he was gonna think the good Lord would come take him (Whoa)
I'm shaking him
Wake up you son of a bitch (Whoa)

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

Slipping through the cracks

Slipping through the cracks

 

Time's up

 

The Battle

Times up, times up, times up!
Alright Celph you got 30 seconds,
You ready?
Alright Celph Titled hit em!

Hhaha..yeah! Aight, that's all you got?

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 fitted,
And the public school system failed you,
Either you're ignorant or...

 

Slip Out The Back

You know me
I used to get caught up in everyday life
Trying to make it through my day so I could sleep at night
Trying 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've been looking for a purpose / well
I met this kid who thought like I did
He had a weird way of looking 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
'Cause 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
'Cause 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 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
It's like poker / you can play your best
But you gotta know when to fold your cards and take a rest
And know when to hold your cards / 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 arbitrarily cuts off your air
And like you / I want someone to say it's okay
In the truest part of our hearts everybody's afraid / we're just
Underappreciated and overwhelmed
Fighting so hard to hide our fear that we're scaring ourselves
You understand what I'm saying / cause you always did
But it's 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
'Cause 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
At the worst you'll see nobody cares
'Cause you don't wanna be around when it all goes down
Even heroes know when to be scared

And I'm no hero
You remember how it 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

That's 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'd just bring you down
And I could tell that it was time to be scared
That's 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 wanna be around just to bring you down
I'm not a hero
But don't think I didn't care

 

Be Somebody

Uh! M.S., Lupe,
You know...I'm a fan man, I'm a real fan, (Gonna be somebody)
I feel real honored to be up in here, you know what I'm sayin'? (Gonna be someone)
They had to bring out the expensive mics for this one,
You know what I'm sayin? The $7000 headphones for this one here, (Gonna be somebody, gonna be someone)
You know what I'm sayin?
Come on..talk to em'!

This is the story of them against us, win or lose,
Forcing your feet into someone else's shoes,
Everybody's got somethin' to say,
That we aughta live their way,
What we're doing'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 is too much to take,
Too much weight?
Ladies and gentleman,
If anybody can hear me right now please shout back,
We're not the only one's feeling so trapped,
In a dream of somebody else...infact,
They got their heads full of some overblown scheme,
Opportunity they missed back when they were sixteen,
And all they wanna do is push you to be that,
And all you wanna do is scream back...

Gonna be somebody...
For anybody telling me I can't,
Gonna be someone...
For anyone who told me I had no chance,
Gonna be somebody...
I'm telling 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 making it were slim to none,
Ladies and...fuck it,
I'm tired of them saying the dream you have doesn't exist,
Telling you you're worthless, telling you should quit,
Basically telling you that you'll never be shit!
Really, they're pissed 'cause they'll never acheive,
Some opportunity they missed back when they sixteen,
And all they wanna do is push you to be that,
And all you wanna do is scream back...

Uh!
They're gonna think you're crazy mumblin to yourself,
In the basement all day 'uh-uh-uh'in to yourself,
My pop's didn't dig it, was shovelin' to myself,
My boy's used to get it, they dug it because they felt,
My undertaking took me I was makin in my stealth,
A wealth of rhymes, of crazy I would chuckle to myself, (ha)
Then they went into the mental rolodex,
See I knew em' by heart like a brain in my chest,
Then I, took em' to school where subjects was getting felt,
Books under my seat, notebook laying on my desk,
My teacher's like, "Mr. Jaco?"
"Yes?"
"With all that knowledge, you aint tryin' to college,
Be a lawyer or a doctor, get a whole lotta dollars,
Rather degrade woman 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 telling me I can't,
Gonna be someone...
For anyone who told me I had no chance,
Gonna be somebody...
I'm telling you the time has come, (like that)
Gonna be someone...
And maybe you'll get it when I'm finally done.

(Finally done)

Yeah this one goes out to those fantastic human beings,
That keep us down and hold us back,
And give us fuel for what we do...thanks!

 

There They Go

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. (Yeah)
Uh-oh,
West coast,
Let's go!

(One time) For my machine shop crew, and then it's,
(Two times) S.O.B and LP 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 sayin'

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,
Y'all can't really hang with us in 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 fucking floor,
Like "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'd just as soon crack a bottle,
As crack you over the head with a bottle of beer!
So just listen up there, powderpuff,
Better believe that I'm not playin',
You can love it, you can hate,
But don't mistake it, everybody sayin'

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 because everytime you go to spit (yo check this ou-),
I talk over you just like this (shit!)
It's annoying, just for you,
You could scream all day til your face is blue.
I'm gettin' 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,
Comin' with heat like a goddamn commando,
And add in S.O.B,
Ryu, Tak, Vin Scully,
Cheapshot, and now you see,
Fuck with me? Nah.
Sixx?

Oh no, uh-oh,
Whatever you yell when you see that door close,
I'ma bail through the back (fo' sho'),
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 Shinode,
I'm just plain old 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 gotta walk these streets.
I'm ain't trippin' homie, talk is cheap,
A cappella or we can bark on a beat,
And if that ain't enough action,
I've got 17 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've got this place rockin',
Beat knockin', non stoppin',
If ya'll are with it, lemme hear it now (yeah, yo)

We've got this place rockin',
Beat knockin', non stoppin',
If ya'll are with it, lemme hear it now (yeah, yo)

(One time) For my machine shop crew, and then it's,
(Two times) S.O.B and LP 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!

 

The Hard Way

Oh

Oh

Whoa

 

Come with me / let me walk you thru the world that I currently stay in
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 can 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 used to hand with / now they're acting so 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 pushed through the pain that I got through
And I'm losing hope

Deafenin' 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 you thru the world that I currently live in
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 they're 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 (Oh)
What happened to the way that we always said we'd be
'Cause right now I don't know why I pushed through the pain that I got through (Oh)
And I'm losing hope

 

Deafenin' 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

 

Voices (voices)

In my head (in my head)

 

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 pushed through the pain that I got through
And I'm losing hope
Give me one reason not to

Deafenin' 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

 

Oh

Whoa

Whoa

Whoa

Whoa

Whoa


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lpliveusername

lpliveusername

Posted
Posted (edited)

There are still a few songs without lyrics because I couldn't find those:

The hidden track from Run Joseph Run, the extended version of The Battle, the Bass On The Bottom remix, the Wednesday Was A Good Day remix, Mike Calling To Say Hi, Vegas Baby, Reckless.

 

I also forgot about the original remix of A Place For My Head.

 

I'll finish Stone Temple Pilots and then the clean version of The Rising Tied.

 

Edit:

Anybody understands what Scott says at the end of Crackerman?

Edited by lpliveusername
GlassCastles

GlassCastles

Posted
Posted

I needed ANOTHER post for Fort Minor :lol:

 

 

Militia

Do What We Did

If anybody's out there listenin' to this broadcast o' mine
Let me tell you ladies and gentlemen what's on my mind
I won't pull any punches hold anything back/I'll
Tell you the way that it is
When it's all said and done I'mma leave you wonderin'
How did we do what we did?

Yo, I don't care if you're a woman or a child or man
When I'm done everybody's gonna understand
Some rappers get mad when you say they're in a band
But, not me 'cause I really am
It's LP for your fuckin' information, pal
So you can stop starin' back over your shoulder now
You can stop me muggin' with that twisted brow
Concentratin' on mine, you're wastin' your time buddy
Erase that face, replace the frown
Look at the ground, look down, quit fuckin' around
Now jeez, everyone's been so tightly wound
From the minute that we became the new menace in town
Could it be that these cool, contagious
Phrases sprayed aimless, are makin' ya'll hate us?
Shit, you can hate 'til your face turns blue
Everyone else, let me cut up a question for you

If anybody's out there listenin' to this broadcast o' mine
Let me tell you ladies and gentlemen what's on my mind
I won't pull any punches hold anything back/I'll
Tell you the way that it is
When it's all said and done I'mma leave you wonderin'
How did we do what we did?

Oh, there goes another one, better call all your people in
Bury the body quick stupid, show you where I'm coming from
Open up the cellar to the pelican's bliss
With delicatessenal sittin' 'til your skeleton's blitz
He sets us off now, don't know which direction is which
We all fell little weapons with consecutive hits
But that'll be that, so never mind your battery pack
'Cause in reality, nobody gives a crappity-crap
Move over, before you get your flattery snatched
Tiny caterpillars act like you don't have any sex
Hoping over the gums drillin' holes in cavity caps
They're full of shit to the root now, pass me that Jack
On the rocks is Tak back on the block, what?
Tappin' your vest like I just happen to pop up
Trapped in a circle and now he's itchin' the box
But no way, I'm a stop until I'm waiting your snot puss

If anybody's out there listenin' to this broadcast o' mine
Let me tell you ladies and gentlemen what's on my mind
I won't pull any punches hold anything back/I'll tell you the way that it is
When it's all said and done I'mma leave you wonderin', How did we do what we did?
(Yeah! Ryu!)

I just say what I feel, I don't care if I'm black ball
Walk up in the label, start wavin' a hack-saw
Hit the bathroom, strip naked and jack-off
This white boy's gettin' more gangster than Mac Mall
I'm in the crowd I'm feedin' your fans roofies
Nope, that ain't a coke it's a vikiten smoothie
Yeah, acting boozy a thug like fuck it
Got a champagne tazed with a bud light budget
Got a little-ass dick with some faggots on it
So sick I could make a fuckin' maggot vomit
No shit, get the mics out, kick it in gear
It's Ludacris, all I needed was some Chicken-N-Beer
You better, roll out while the coast is clear
We've been hit with thick bottles and a broken chair
Bitch please you can leave with a couple of cracked teeth
Don't pump me for the fame , I ain't crapped for six weeks so

If anybody's out there listenin' to this broadcast o' mine
Let me tell you ladies and gentlemen what's on my mind
I won't pull any punches hold anything back/I'll
Tell you the way that it is
When it's all said and done I'mma leave you wonderin'
How did we do what we did?

If anybody's out there listenin' to this, this broadcast
(How did we do what we did?)
This broadcast o' mine

 

Kenji (Interview Version)

"I was a kid in, I was a, I was a baby and a young kid in camp"

 

"Yeah, soon as war broke out, the F.B.I. came and they took some people from Sampedo"

They just come to the house, and you have to come

They just, you know, 'We're from the F.B.I and you're one of the suspicious person'"

 

"They put them in horse stalls"

 

"They took Mr. Ni, and people couldn't understand why'd they have to take him

Because he's just an, you know, innocent laborer"

 

"They put them in assembly areas until, uh, they worked out the logistics to transport the people to their final relocation camp"

 

"We, they had the assembly center"

 

"What they did was they put straw on the floor for bedding"

 

"Then all the Japanese had to go. Each family had a number, so they had their number on this, um, duffel bag. So, they said you have to move out certain day, but you know."

 

"The barracks were like quads. They had four sections, so you could have four families in a row. There were no rooms. So, oh, yeah. It was cramped, and then, to get your privacy, we used to put up partitions. Sheets. The walls were just boarded with tar paper"

 

"I remember my husband said "Oh, we're gonna stay til 'last." Then my husband died before they closed the camp, in the camp. Uh, we had four kids and (?) was born in camp. While I was there in three years, I never went out of camp"

 

"Before the war, my father had a mercantile. It was very successful. But, when we first got back from camp, it was

pretty, pretty bad. When we came back from camp, we were very poor. We used to, we used to use newspapers for wallpaper. What we ended up doing was we, we day labored. I remember going out and we picked grapes and worked on, you know, farms to make a living."

 

Tools Of The Trade

Alright you guys, listen.

Right here I got some paper, a toothbrush, this is a lighter, a bottle of beer, this is a bottle opener, and a pot from a kitchen

Alright you ready?

Let's go

 

Alright, maybe that doesn't sound quite right yet

So I'm gonna add some kick and snare just like this

Ha ha ha, yeah

And I got this guitar part

I'm gonna play the guitar part over it like this

Feelin' that?

And then we just loop that.

Why don't, why don't we bring in a little bit of bass just like this

Yeah

I wanna hit the snare drum

Bop bop

Yeah

Just take the, take the bass out right here just like this

This is where we just bring in the verse

 

I can make a loop out of anything work
I’m just surprised you guys didn’t think of this shit first
But fuck it! You can’t touch yours truly
You can hardly follow me much less move me, so
When I’m pumping the track, you punks in the back
Better jump when I ask you bastards

 

Yeah, you got it backwards and misconstrued
See I roll like the rat pack groups included
In the backpack with the gas mask in Munich
20 deep in a hatchback puffing Cubans

 

You wanna rap get the lab track qued let’s do this
But not on this track, you can’t afford it stupid!

Somebody call for the doc quick, he’s still on the street top
He's gotta stain on my freaking high top Reebok’s
Snatched off the velcro and choked him with it
My headphones rub my neck where I coach you chickens (bacockkkkkk!)
Machine Shop packs lots of tunes
Like Paul Wall mixed tapes leave you chopped and screwed
The mess too wild? The yes boys popping their Gats (yaps?)
Yeah, can you hear me now? Good get off my sac

Yo, MC am I, people call me Celph
I got the key to every young bitches chastity belt
You clicking even pussy, better yet they beaver
I’m gonna leave it to ya heavy with this nine millimeter

Yo, I see you chillin’ in that cherry beemer
Have you ever met a man with canary fever?
I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout a piss colored diamond either, word
I’m eatin’ birds outta sittin’ on your finger
You can teach 'em how to speak, say “Polly, want a cracker?”
Take 'em to the beach, play volleyball after
A little snack, champagne and pasta
We don’t gotta run fast girl, I know you got asthma

Yeah, sippin’ on jack and diamonds
Blowin' smoke rings, chillin’ with a pack of Heina’s
Your hands to the sky, get a crunk for fun
I’m so goddamn high, I could punch the sun

Oy, honestly it doesn’t even matter if I use this voice
It’d still fuck up you and your boys
So piss off mate, see I do what I want
'Cause your whole bloody lots, just a bunch of cunts


See right now Celph Titled's supposed to be in the booth

But he’s stuck inside a toilet getting ready to puke

And he drank a bunch of sisco, vodka, and rum

So Cheapshot’s gonna drop Celph’s verse, here it comes

Find me in the sandwich, gonna roll with the stutter
Rolling with a cutter, abuse your mother
On a road trip to Barbados with their hoes
I’m a hoodrat with a Winnebago, I make dough
On the block where the bullies where raised to partier
You in Idaho grazing pastures getting busy
I don’t hold acts unless for something get busy
On the ground I like the bear and I stay in my grizzly

Stay the fuck in the bathroom homie!

 

Where'd You Joe

Where'd you go?
I miss you so

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.

She said "Some days I feel like shh,
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 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?"

Where'd you go?
I miss you so,
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone
Please come back home...

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
(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 something 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?"

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'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

 

Strange Things

Yeah!
Uh uh!
Y'all!

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 just 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

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

Everybody up! Let me tell the truth to you
I never thought I'd be anyone you wished you knew
And just thought I'd end up a stain on the wall
Something you wanted fix if you've seen it all
Anyway back at PSI
I had a class with a smart mouth friend of mine
And we would sit in the back, the two of us combined
We'd make fun of everybody just to pass the time
Now, we did it quietly so no one heard
A couple of nerds, sentence full of pictures and words
Until this kid heard we were calling him names and decided to get tough
I remember he came up to me that day in front of half my friends
And talk shit so loud people couldn't pretend they didn't hear him
Saying he would beat my ass and I laughed
But he was serious and pushed me back
At this point, I was pretty confused
This little bitch was all amped so what could I do
I should have come back at him for all to see
But instead I just told him that, "It wasn't me"

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

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

It's like Flat Liners, see that flick?
People dying, come back saying crazy shit
People that they did wrong come back to attack them
And everyone that they hurt comes back for revenge
Well if that was ever going to happen to me
I'd pretentiously would be attacked constantly
But then again, for all the pain in my past
There'd be a lot of people that had better watch their ass

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

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

 

Believe Me (Club Remix)

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,
Won't be there when you go down,
Just so you know now,
You're on your own now,
Believe me!

I don't want to be the one to blame, you like fun and games,
Keep playing '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 is the same shade of grey.

Hey, I used have a little bit of a plan, used to,
Have a concept of where I stand,
But that concept slipped right out of my hand and 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,
What ever 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,
Won't 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 faking 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 that you were not,
And now this guilt is really all that I got.

Uh, you turn your back and walk away in shame,
All you got is a memory of pain,
Nothing makes sense so you stare at the ground,
And hear my voice in my 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 and,
Whatever happens to you, we'll see,
But it's not gonna happen 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,
Won't 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,
Won't be there when you go down,
Just so you know now,
You're on your own now,
Believe me!

I'll do 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,
(You're on your own now believe me)

 

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

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

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

Mike Shinoda
The most ferocious
Mike Shinoda
With or without an accomplice

Mike Shinoda
The most ferocious
Mike Shinoda
With or without an accomplice

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

 

Move On

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 everybody ask why I had to go

Ladies and gentlemen we're gathered here today
To talk about the end in a friend gone away
Talking about pretending 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
Just move---

 

Related / Misc. Fort Minor Tracks

High Road (Clean)

Lets go ya'll!

These people are running off at the mouth,
Tryin to convince me that I'm running 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 cant take this,
Lemme tell you where I'm at with this,
You ... are gonna have to take back that ...,
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 playing,
And start asking me the names that I'm not saying,
But I'm tryin to be bigger than the bickering,
Bigger than the petty name calling,
Under the breath talking,
Rumors and labels and categorization,
I'm like a struggling doctor: no patience, (haha)
But you can say what you want about me,
Keep talkin while I'm walkin away!

You can say what you have to say,
'Cause 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,
'Cause my mind's made up anyway,
All that ... you talk might work a lot,
But it's not gonna work today! (Not gonna work today)

You people are running 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 cant take this,
Let me spell it out plain for you angry groups,
Complaining 'bout the things we do,
I'm not changing direction,
I'm stepping my game up,
Maintainin my name, same way I came up,
You're gonna see that I'm not playing,
And start asking the names that I'm not saying,
But I'm trying not to mention the names of,
People who wanna siphon attention,
You like the hype but,
Pretendin you're part of the picture wont pass,
You're like a high school dropout: no class,
You can say what you want about me,
Keep talkin while i'm walkin away! (bitch!)

You can say what you have to say,
'Cause 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,
'Cause my mind's made up anyway,
All that ... 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),
'Cause I cant stand to keep this in,
All I really want, I'll say again!

You can say what you have to say,
'Cause 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,
'Cause my mind's made up anyway,
All that ... you talk might work a lot,
But it's not gonna work today! (Not gonna work today)

 

In Stereo (Clean)

"That beat is hard!"

This is how it goes,
Welcome one and all to the show,
We’re wired up, fired up, ... 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,
Previewin' the new ... before all the masses,
'Cause the first thing I need when I got a new beat,
Is to see how it sounds echoin' off the street,
I just take it for a spin, pop the CD in,
Slide it up to ten and get that rear view shakin',
And play it again so there’s no mistakin',
San Andreas the block get this ... earthquakin' like..OH!

Oh-oh!
Ready for it? Here we go,
We got the whole block rockin' in stereo,
We're takin' control, lettin' everybody know,
And if you feel it lemme hear everybody go,
Oh-Oh!

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 chit chat on me homie, kick back,
I’m on that shit that can get your homie ...slapped,
So zip your lip back, listen and watch,
We got the whole block rockin' off the way the beat knocks,
You dont 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 ... earthquakin' like..OH!

Oh...oh!
Ready for it? Here we go,
We got the whole block rockin' in stereo,
We're takin' control, lettin' everybody know,
And if you feel it lemme hear everybody go,
Oh...oh!
Ready for it? Here we go,
We got the whole block rockin' in stereo,
We're takin' control, lettin' everybody know,
And if you feel it lemme hear everybody go,

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, ya'll, burn that system out,
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, ya'll, burn out that system like OH!

Oh...oh!
Ready for it? Here we go,
We got the whole block rockin' in stereo,
We're takin' control, lettin everybody know,
And if you feel it lemme hear everybody go,
Oh...oh!
Ready for it? Here we go,
We got the whole block rockin' in stereo,
We're takin' control, lettin everybody know,
And if you feel it lemme hear everybody go,
Oh...oh!

Let’s go ahead and test out the speakers, you ready?
Let’s go, like this!

 

Petrified (Clean)

Ya'll are not not re-ready (no!),

Not re-ready (no!),
We about to drop it steady (so!),
Do it like that, like that, like that,
Like that, like that, like that, like that...

 

Now why's everybody so petrified? (What!)
Petrified (what!), step aside,
And just drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')

Now why's everybody so petrified? (What!)
Petrified (what!), step aside,
And just drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')

How you doin ya'll, my name's Mike,
I'm fluent with the new I'm doin it all night,
I like what I do, I do what I like,
I can quit and get it back like I'm riding a bike.
Like STOP...
Bring it back, bring it back,
We got that balance keepin us on track,
That you get when you're movin' 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's everybody so petrified? (What!)
Petrified (what!), step aside,
And just drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')

Listen you are not ready,
Like children and a building you cant stand steady.
It must be the beat so heavy,
Causin' panic attacks like a crack in the levy.
Give you that Robert Plant,
Dancin' days are back, feelin all in the track,
And infact? For those knowin' the name I'm back,
With some brand new crack we 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,
Get over yourself, you know when we're up in the scene,
It's Machine Shop rockin' when we step inside,
And we got everybody so petrified!

Now why's everybody so petrified? (What!)
Petrified (what!), step aside,
And just drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')

Now why's everybody so petrified? (What!)
Petrified (what!), step aside,
And just drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')

Ya'll are not not re-ready (no!),
Not re-ready (no!),
We about to drop it steady (so!),
Do it like that, like that, like that,
Like that, like that, like that, like that...

Ya'll are not not re-ready (no!),
Not re-ready (no!),
We about to drop it steady (so!),
Do it like that, like that, like that,
Like that, like that, like that, like get up...

Why's everybody so petrified? (What!)
Petrified (what!), step aside,
And just drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')

Why's everybody so petrified? (What!)
Petrified (what!), step aside,
And just drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')

Drop that! (cmon')

 

Like stop! (stop x10)

Machine shop! (shop x10)

 

Petrified (Los Angeles Remix)

Ya'll are not not re-ready (no!),

Not re-ready (no!),
We about to drop it steady (so!),
Do it like that, like that, like that,
Like that, like that, like that, like that...

 

Now why's everybody so petrified? (What!)
Petrified (what!), step aside,
And just drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')

Now why's everybody so petrified? (What!)
Petrified (what!), step aside,
And just drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')

How you doin ya'll, my name's Mike,
I'm fluent with the new shit I'm doin it all night,
I like what I do, I do what I like,
I can quit and get it back like I'm riding a bike.
Like STOP...
Bring it back, bring it back,
We got that balance keepin us on track,
That you get when you're movin' 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's everybody so petrified? (What!)
Petrified (what!), step aside,
And just drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')

Listen you are not ready,
Like children and a building you cant stand steady.
It must be the beat so heavy,
Causin' panic attacks like a crack in the levy.
Give you that Robert Plant,
Dancin' days are back, feelin all in the track,
And infact? For those knowin' the name I'm back,
With some brand new crack we 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,
Get over yourself, you know when we're up in the scene,
It's Machine Shop rockin' when we step inside,
And we got everybody so petrified!

Now why's everybody so petrified? (What!)
Petrified (what!), step aside,
And just drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')

Now why's everybody so petrified? (What!)
Petrified (what!), step aside,
And just drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')

Ya'll are not not re-ready (no!),
Not re-ready (no!),
We about to drop it steady (so!),
Do it like that, like that, like that,
Like that, like that, like that, like that...

Ya'll are not not re-ready (no!),
Not re-ready (no!),
We about to drop it steady (so!),
Do it like that, like that, like that,
Like that, like that, like that, like get up...

Why's everybody so petrified? (What!)
Petrified (what!), step aside,
And just drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')

Why's everybody so petrified? (What!)
Petrified (what!), step aside,
And just drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')

Drop that! (cmon')

 

Like stop! (stop x10)

Machine shop! (shop x10)

 

Remember The Name (Clean)

You ready?!
Lets go!
Yeah!
For those of you that wanna know what we're all about?
It's like this ya'll (c'mon!)

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 no, 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 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, or 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 beer,
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, Ryu had 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!

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 with Mike,
Got him out the dryer he's hot,
Found him in Fort Minor with Tak,
Been a ... annihilist porcupine,
He's a ..., he's a ...,
The type woman want to be with, and rappers hope he get ...,
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 ... is equally dope,
You wont believe the kind of ... 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 other fellas he runs with, those kids that he signed?
Ridiculous, without even trying, 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!

 

The Battle (Extended)

Times up, times up, times up!
Alright Celph you got 30 seconds,
You ready?
Aight Celph Titled hit em!

Hhaha..yeah! Aight, that's all you got?

 

Yeah, listen, yo
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 fitted,
And the public school system failed you,
Either you're ignorant or you isn't
Ain't concerned with scuffin my sneakers
My demographic listenin but not too many rappers teachin
And I, find a way to fill a hard drive up
With songs containing mainly "bitch, hoe, shit, fuck"
You know what's up, there's some ill shit goin on
So long, it's topics that I never really spoken on
I'm just like you, a kid who wants to rap, get money, put an album out
Mansion where the fountains spout
Out in the front yard, side-walk leadin to the street
Which leads to me to speak, my speech reaches the whole world and yet still
I'd rather rap about what I got or what I'll do to you
If you disrespect, you guessed it, I'm shootin you
But who's the true villain and who's ill and
Mixtape gunshots ain't really killin
People dyin, it's tough luck, can't figure out if I'm the problem or the world's just fucked up

 

Trades Of The Tools

Alright you guys, listen
I had a burrito for lunch today
And I got some farts in my butt
I downed that burrito with a 7-Up afterwards
So I got some burps in my mouth
For some reason, I got a little spring in my pocket
And this right here, is a dildo hitting me on the head
Alright you ready?
Let's go
Maybe that doesn't sound right, yet.
So, I'm gonna reach in my back pocket and scratch the shit out of my ass.
Oh, yeah.
And I got this accordion part.
I'm gonna put this accordion over it like this.
You feel that?
I'm gonna loop that
You know what?
Why don't, why don't I just bring in the slide whistle
Now I gotta make my farts go "Pop pop!"
Yeah

I can make a loop out of anything

I'm just surprised you guys didn't think of this shit first

But fuck you

(?)

(?)

It's that simple

Take a look at my dimple

You cruise at me, I'll pop him like a pimple

 

Whatchu gonna do?

Whatchu gonna do?

Whatchu gonna do?

I said, whatchu gonna do?

 

Where'd You Go (Clean Version)

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 shh, 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 and I feel not so alone,
But I feel like an idiot, working my day around a call,
That 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 waiting,
At times debating, telling you I've had it with you and your career,
Me and the rest of the family here singing "Where'd you go?"."

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.

Come back home, you know that 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 filling my time,
With anything to keep the thought of you from my mind,
I'm doing fine, and I'm planning to keep it that way,
And 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 messed up,
That I'm stuck here waiting,
At times debating, telling you that I've had it with you and your career.
Me and the rest of the family here singing "Where'd you go?"."

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 know it's a little messed up,
That I'm stuck here waiting,
No longer debating,
Tired of sitting and hating and making 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

 

Where'd You Go (SOB Remix)

Where'd you go?
I miss you so,
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone

Please come back home.

She said "Some days I feel like shit,
Some days I wanna quit, and just be normal for a bit." (Oh)
I don't understand why you have to always be gone (Oh)
I get along but the trips always feel so long (Oh, oh, oh)
And, I find myself trying to stay by the phone
'Cause your voice always helps me to not feel so alone (Oh)
But I feel like an idiot, workin' my day around the call (Oh)
But when I pick up I don't have much to say (Oh, oh, oh)
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?"

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...

Come back home / you know the place where you used to live
Used to barbecue up burgers and ribs (Oh)
Used to have a little party every Halloween with candy by the pile (Oh)
But now, you only stop by every once and a while (Oh, oh, oh)
(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?"

 

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...

Please come back home...

RogueSoul

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Anybody understands what Scott says at the end of Crackerman?

 

Some man collapsed

Dust burning my eyes

Rollin' / I'm rollin'

I'm a rollin'

lpliveusername

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  On 6/22/2015 at 6:38 PM, RogueSoul said:

 

Some man collapsed

Dust burning my eyes

Rollin' / I'm rollin'

I'm a rollin'

Thanks!

 

 

  On 6/22/2015 at 6:09 PM, lpliveusername said:

There are still a few songs without lyrics because I couldn't find those:

The hidden track from Run Joseph Run, the extended version of The Battle, the Bass On The Bottom remix, the Wednesday Was A Good Day remix, Mike Calling To Say Hi, Vegas Baby, Reckless.

+ Stories Of The Lost.

 

  On 6/22/2015 at 6:09 PM, lpliveusername said:

I also forgot about the original remix of A Place For My Head.

Or maybe Phase III could be "remixes".

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Just an FYI, The Bonus Track from Run Joseph Run, the Sampler Mixtape Intro, and Trades of the Tool are incomplete solely because I couldn't decipher about half of the lyrics. Any help with those would be appreciated.

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Collaborations
Barack Your World

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Bass On The Bottom (Mr. Hahn Remix)

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Carry Me Away

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Change

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Cry To Yourself

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Death To Analog (M. Shinoda Remix)

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Dumb It Down

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Enjoy The Silence (Reinterpreted)

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Freestyle

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Freestyle (Demo)

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Gold Guns Girls (M. Shinoda Remix)

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Hard (M. Shinoda Remix)

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Hey You

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Home Sweet Home

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I'm Eighteen

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Karma Killer

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Magic Doors

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Mike Calling To Say Hi

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Never Let Me Down

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Barack Your World

 

"(It means I'm gonna cum inside of you)"

 

I'd say it actually "come" cause that's the whole point of this word play, Iraq, invasion and such.

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I'd say it actually "come" cause that's the whole point of this word play, Iraq, invasion and such.

Good thing, I felt weird typing that :P

 

I need two posts for Collaborations. Oh boy. I've been working on this this for SIX HOURS...

 

Place 4 My Head

 

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Razors Out

 

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Reckless

 

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Resurrection

 

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Riders On The Storm

 

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Rock and Roll (Could Never Hip Hop Like This)

 

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Second To None

 

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Shoot First

 

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Slow Ya Roll

 

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Suicide Music

 

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System

 

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The Catalyst (King Fantastic Remix)

 

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The Instrumental

 

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The Walking Dead

 

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The Young & The Hopeless (Mr. Hahn Remix)

 

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Vegas Baby

 

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Wednesday Was A Good Day (M. Shinoda Remix)

 

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What Do They Know? (Mindless Self Indulgence vs Julien-K & Chester Bennington Remix)

 

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You Cannot Fuck With This

 

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You Cannot Fuck With This (Razor Tag Version)

 

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Soul, remove

Blaaaat!

Yo, Green Lantern man


You know how we do, man
We shittin' on niggas dot com
New York connection, Miami connection
We a problem

 

and

 

You know it's a fucking invasion

Green Lantern

 

from the lyrics of "You Cannot Fuck With This". Those parts are only in the mixtape version.
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Ending of "Walking Dead":

There is no such thing as death

There is only change, change, change

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I used TheSasstielExperience's lyrics.

Red = corrections

Underline = shows what's different from the explicit version

[...] = nothing

 

You can see that Mike re-wrote/re-recorded a few lines for this release.

 

 

THE RISING TIED (NON-PA)

01. Introduction

"The record that you made,
That's underground hip-hop, ("Okay.")
But with big...with big sounds,

But with big...with big sounds,
That's what takes it over 'cause the sounds are so big,
It's an underground...that's an underground hip-hop record,

The richness of the music and everything, I knew it was going to be somethin' serious."

 

02. Remember The Name

You ready?!
Lets go!
Yeah!
For those of you that wanna know what we're all about?
It's like this ya'll (c'mon!)

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 no, 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 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, or 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 beer,
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, Ryu had the stupidest verse,
This dude is the truth, now everybody be givin him guest spots,
His stock's through the roof I heard he [...] 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 with Mike,
Got him out the dryer he's hot,
Found him in Fort Minor with Tak,
Been a [...] annihilist porcupine,
He's a [...], he's a [...],
The type woman want to be with, and rappers hope he get [...],
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 [...] is equally dope,
You wont believe the kind of [...] 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 other fellas he runs with, those kids that he signed?
Ridiculous, without even trying, 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!

 

03. Right Now

Someone right now, is leavin' their apartment,
Looking down at the street, and wonderin' where their car went,
Someone in a car, is sittin' at a signal,
In front of a restaurant, starin' 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,
But spent half the rent at a bar getting plastered,
Now he's gotta walk 14 blocks,
Just to work at a shop where he's about to get fired.
Someone right now, is lookin' pretty tired,
Staring at a laptop, tryin' to get inspired,
As somebody living right across the street,
Just wrote the best thing that she's written all week,
But her best friend is 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, but...

Yo, I'm just takin' 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) (just like that) (just like that) (just like that)

Somebody right now is droppin' his vote,
Inside a box and tryin' not to get [...] in his throat,
For the act of freedom,
Right now, somebody's 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 him,
Though we mourn, remain proud, salute the troops,
Get some, I know you boys got some work to do.

Meanwhile, right now someone's 25-to-life-ing,
Standing on a corner with their thumb up hitchhiking,
Scratching off a lotto ticket, hopin' for a real winner,
Sneaking through the border just to work and 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 I'm staring out 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 out of my sight, but...

Yo, I'm just takin' it in,
From a second story hotel window again,
The T.V's on and my bags are packed,
But in this world everything can change just like that (like that) (just like that) (just like that) (just like that)

Yo, I'm just takin' it in,
From a second story hotel window again,
The T.V's on and my bags are packed,
But in this world everything can change just like that (like that) (just like that) (just like that) (just like that)

Yeah, right now somebody's sittin' in the darkness,
Tryin' to figure how to put some heat in they apartment,
But they got a little mattress, little carpet,
And they appreciate it 'cause some people on a park bench.
You see 'em when you rushing to get to the office,
Wife ride by 'em when she comin' home from the market,
Right now somebody comin' out the pocket,
Tryin' to dump that [...] they runnin' 'round the block with,
Same time, the cops is raisin' the [...],
With aim to fill your legs and your back with some hot [...].
Right now somebody's strugglin' to stop this man,
That's kickin' and punchin' and cussin' at the doctors.
Down the hall a child is takin' it's first breath,
The doctors ain't even passed him to the nurse yet, yo,
I wonder if he understands what it's worth yet,
Life, the time spent while we here 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 [...] 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, then next say forever,
Right now, everybody got to get it together, man,

I'm just takin' it in,
In another strange hotel lobby again,
With my luggage on my back, I don't know where I'm at,
I'm in a world where it all change just like that (like that) (just like that) (just like that) (just like that)

Yo, I'm just takin' 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) (just like that) (just like that) (just like that)

 

04. Petrified

Ya'll are not not re-ready (no!),

Not re-ready (no!),
We about to drop it steady (so!),
Do it like that, like that, like that,
Like that, like that, like that, like that...

Now why's everybody so petrified? (What!)
Petrified (what!), step aside,
And just drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')

Now why's everybody so petrified? (What!)
Petrified (what!), step aside,
And just drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')

How you doin ya'll, my name's Mike,
I'm fluent with the new I'm doin it all night,
I like what I do, I do what I like,
I can quit and get it back like I'm riding a bike.
Like STOP...
Bring it back, bring it back,
We got that balance keepin us on track,
That you get when you're movin' 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's everybody so petrified? (What!)
Petrified (what!), step aside,
And just drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')

Listen you are not ready,
Like children and a building you cant stand steady.
It must be the beat so heavy,
Causin' panic attacks like a crack in the levy.
Give you that Robert Plant,
Dancin' days are back, feelin all in the track,
And infact? For those knowin' the name I'm back,
With some brand new attack we 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,
Get over yourself, you know when we're up in the scene,
It's Machine Shop rockin' when we step inside,
And we got everybody so petrified!

Now why's everybody so petrified? (What!)
Petrified (what!), step aside,
And just drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')

Now why's everybody so petrified? (What!)
Petrified (what!), step aside,
And just drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')

Ya'll are not not re-ready (no!),
Not re-ready (no!),
We about to drop it steady (so!),
Do it like that, like that, like that,
Like that, like that, like that, like that...

Ya'll are not not re-ready (no!),
Not re-ready (no!),
We about to drop it steady (so!),
Do it like that, like that, like that,
Like that, like that, like that, like get up...

Why's everybody so petrified? (What!)
Petrified (what!), step aside,
And just drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')

Why's everybody so petrified? (What!)
Petrified (what!), step aside,
And just drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')
Drop that! (cmon')

Drop that! (cmon')
Like stop! (stop x10)
Machine shop! (shop x10)

 

05. Feel Like Home

Yeah

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 (feel like home)

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 (feel like home)

Standin' on the bridge in the dark and I'm seein' my breath,
Tryin' to make it home without freezin' to death,
And my grandfather's face is stuck in my mind and how,
Seeing him tonight's gonna be the last time.
I should've brought a jacket,
Blowin' in my hands like it's really gonna stop the chill,
I buy a cup of cofee with a five dollar bill, thinkin',
Layin' in that box people look so still,
At times like these you start thinkin',
Your first beath in, and your clock starts tickin',
I'm not trying to bum anyone out,
Not trying to be dramatic, just thinkin' out loud,
I'm just tryin' 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.

Yeah, kinda funny how this world can treat you,
Like a freak in a sideshow, a carnival creature,
Climbin' outta cans, I'm a diamond in the sand,
But you can't tell the difference on a beach full of rhinestones,
My life's like tryin' 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 for you to know what it's like.,
[...] everything in my sight.
Push [...],
[...], I keep [...] 'til my lips turn white,
And my chest gets tight, but who the [...] really cares,
When you're so far left, that even death looks right.
All I can do is hope for the best and pray,
That it gets a little better than yesterday.

(These) 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 (feel like home)

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 (feel like home)

Yo, pardon me, I think I'm next to url,
Too many problems goin' on, that's why I left my girl.
Packed my bags and I traveled with a pen and my notepad,
Pissed that I was broke and all the things that I don't have,
But still, I try to find a way to escape,
From all the hate planted in my head which lead to mistakes,
But now I'm breakin' 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 this cold existance,
Even though things are changin', I'm goin' the distance,
Overcomin' 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 tryin' not to cry, trin' to get by,
And tryin' not too 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,
Just pretend you don't feel so alone.

Feel like home
Feel like home
Feel like home
Feel like home
Feel like home
Feel like home
Feel like home
Feel like home

 

06. 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 shh, 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 and I feel not so alone,
But I feel like an idiot, working my day around a call,
That 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 waiting,
At times debating, telling you I've had it with you and your career,
Me and the rest of the family here singing "Where'd you go?"."

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.

Come back home, you know that 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 filling my time,
With anything to keep the thought of you from my mind,
I'm doing fine, and I'm planning to keep it that way,
And 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 messed up,
That I'm stuck here waiting,
At times debating, telling you that I've had it with you and your career.
Me and the rest of the family here singing "Where'd you go?"."

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 know it's a little messed up,
That I'm stuck here waiting,
No longer debating,
Tired of sitting and hating and making 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

 

07. In Stereo

"That beat is hard!"

This is how it goes,
Welcome one and all to the show,
We’re wired up, fired up, and we're 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,
Previewin' this music before all the masses,
'Cause the first thing I need when I got a new beat,
Is to see how it sounds echoin' off the street,
I just take it for a spin, pop the CD in,
Slide it up to ten and get that rear view shakin',
And play it again so there’s no mistakin',
San Andreas the block get this place earthquakin' like..OH!

Oh-oh!
Ready for it? Here we go,
We got the whole block rockin' in stereo,
We're takin' control, lettin' everybody know,
And if you feel it lemme hear everybody go,
Oh-Oh!

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 chit chat on me homie, kick back,
I’m on a trip that can get your homie's chin slapped,
So zip your lip back, listen and watch,
We got the whole block rockin' off the way the beat knocks,
You dont 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 place earthquakin' like..OH!

Oh...oh!
Ready for it? Here we go,
We got the whole block rockin' in stereo,
We're takin' control, lettin' everybody know,
And if you feel it lemme hear everybody go,
Oh...oh!
Ready for it? Here we go,
We got the whole block rockin' in stereo,
We're takin' control, lettin' everybody know,
And if you feel it lemme hear everybody go,

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, ya'll, burn that system out,
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, ya'll, burn out that system like OH!

Oh...oh!
Ready for it? Here we go,
We got the whole block rockin' in stereo,
We're takin' control, lettin everybody know,
And if you feel it lemme hear everybody go,
Oh...oh!
Ready for it? Here we go,
We got the whole block rockin' in stereo,
We're takin' control, lettin everybody know,
And if you feel it lemme hear everybody go,
Oh...oh!

Let’s go ahead and test out the speakers, you ready?
Let’s go, like this!

 

08. Back Home

Uh! Yeah...yo,
We about to take ya'll to the tip, to the crib...
Let's do it Mike!

Yeah!

Back home (back home),
Everybody's searching for somethin',
But all they can find is a whole lot of nothin',
Back home (back home),
Ain't nobody hopin' and prayin',
'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)

Back home, they holler "disciple" and "blackstone",
Same block they freebase yo we trapped on,
Where our grandmothers marched, the [...] 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 (back home),
Everybody's searching for somethin',
But all they can find is a whole lot of nothin',
Back home (back home),
Ain't nobody hopin' and prayin',
'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)

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 (uh!),
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, [...] dealers, and [...],
I'm back home!

Back home, I try my best to keep it together it's cold, (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 things 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 hospital,
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 in the litter,
Where kids write bigger, right inside the LA river,
On the concrete, a symbol of our everyday way,
Its that color and concentration over heavy and grey (and grey),
And by the time the ink dries on this page,
I'll be half a day away from the place where I stay!

Back home (back home),
Everybody's searching for somethin',
But all they can find is a whole lot of nothin',
Back home (back home),
Ain't nobody hopin' and prayin',
'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)

We takin it back home ya'll,
Yeah it's Common Sense (yeah!),
My guy Mike (what up Com'?),
S.O.B. (uh-huh),
Yeah, this is how we rotate,
It's good music (ha ha ha),
Hip-hop (don't stop!), yeah
Uh, it's home for me baby...yeah!

 

09. Cigarettes

Yeah..go ahead and uh, cue those special effects..(haha)
Yeah..

Man I love this rap game,
Mainly 'cause its cool to add a little,
Spice to the life you've been through,
Everyone exaggerates a tiny little bit,
Make your record sound more gangster than it really is,
You cant 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 telling 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 thats filling up my brain,
So sell me on the product, I'm addicted to the game,
Suck it up like a cigarette, light it up man...

Its just like a cigarette, its something that I do,
Once in a while but between me and you,
Its just like a cigarette, nobody's really fooled,
I don't want the truth, I just wanna feel cool!

Let me tell you something that I realized tonight,
My hip hop radio's like Marlboro Light,
They're both selling stories,
And they sound about the same,
Cigarettes say their safe,
Rappers claim they really bang,
We dont 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 lying 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,
'Cause even though we know it's all just a big bluff,
We just light another up, what,
We don't give a what!

Its just like a cigarette, its something that I do,
Once in a while but between me and you,
Its just like a cigarette, nobody's really fooled,
I don't want the truth, I just wanna feel cool!

Its just like a cigarette, its something that I do,
Once in a while but between me and you,
Its just like a cigarette, nobody's really fooled,
I don't want the truth, I just wanna feel cool!

Man, listen to my words, listen for awhile,
Lip Service radio, dont touch the dial,
If you're in the car, turn up the track, man,
Give your whole neighborhood some second hand rap, hey,
Matter of a fact, listen for awhile,
Lip Service radio, dont touch the dial,
If you're in the car man turn up the track, and,
Give the whole neighborhood some second hand rap!

Its just like a cigarette, its something that I do,
Once in a while but between me and you,
Its just like a cigarette, nobody's really fooled,
I don't want the truth, I just wanna feel cool!

Its just like a cigarette, its something that I do,
Oh, for real, but between me and you,
Its just like a cigarette, nobody's really fooled,
I don't want the truth, I just wanna feel cool!

 

10. Believe Me

Yeah

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,
Won't be there when you go down,
Just so you know now,
You're on your own now,
Believe me!

Yo, I don't want to be the one to blame, you like fun and games,
Keep playing '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 is the same shade of grey.

Hey, I used have a little bit of a plan, used to,
Have a concept of where I stand,
But that concept slipped right out of my hand and 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, (Yeah)
If you don't want to,
Then you don't have to believe me,
But I,
Won't be there when you go down, (Yeah)
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 faking 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 that you were not,
And now this guilt is really all that I got.

Uh, you turn your back and walk away in shame,
All you got is a memory of pain,
Nothing makes sense so you stare at the ground,
And hear my voice in my 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 and,
Whatever happens to you, we'll see,
But it's not gonna happen to me,

I guess,
That this is where we've come to, (Yeah)
If you don't want to,
Then you don't have to believe me,
But I,
Won't be there when you go down, (Yeah)
Just so you know now,
You're on your own now,
Believe me!

I guess,
That this is where we've come to, (Yeah)
If you don't want to,
Then you don't have to believe me,
But I,
Won't be there when you go down, (Yeah)
Just so you know now,
You're on your own now,
Believe me!

I'll do 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,
(You're on your own now believe me)

(Yeah)

So, here's the thing...

 

11. Get Me Gone

"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... 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 (Yeah)
'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 humour faded,
When some magazines printed that our label made us,
We were too 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 that was 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, (Yeah!)

(*Laughter*)
"Can you believe that? Like that's crazy,
It sounds crazy right, like this point,
At this point you're thinking...you hear that you're like,
'That guy..is out of his mind!', But honestly at that point...
Like besides the fact he wanted me to just play keyboards or whatever,
Didn't want me to rap..he was like 'Maybe Joe Hahn..should, um...wear a lab coat, and a cowboy hat on stage',
Like when we play? ('yo?!')
I swear to god he was crazy!
('So Joe..in a cowboy hat?!')
Yeah, and later on he claimed he wrote all our songs,
So yeah..that was..that was really nice."

 

12. High Road

Lets go ya'll!

These people are running off at the mouth,
Tryin to convince me that I'm running 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 cant take this,
Lemme tell you where I'm at with this,

The trash that you talk's really gonna have to quit,
I'm not plastic and fake, when I make tracks,
I take facts and lay 'em out for the masses,
You have to see so you know that I'm not playing,
And start asking me the names that I'm not saying,
But I'm tryin to be bigger than the bickering,
Bigger than the petty name calling,
Under the breath talking,
Rumors and labels and categorization,
I'm like a struggling doctor: no patience, (haha)
But you can say what you want about me,
Keep talkin while I'm walkin away!

You can say what you have to say,
'Cause 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,
'Cause my mind's made up anyway,
All that talk that you talk might work a lot,
But it's not gonna work today! (Not gonna work today)

You people are running 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 cant take this,
Let me spell it out plain for you angry groups,
Complaining 'bout the things we do,
I'm not changing direction,
I'm stepping my game up,
Maintainin my name, same way I came up,
You're gonna see that I'm not playing,
And start asking the names that I'm not saying,
But I'm trying not to mention the names of,
People who wanna siphon attention,
You like the hype but,
Pretendin you're part of the picture wont pass,
You're like a high school dropout: no class,
You can say what you want about me,
Keep talkin while i'm walkin away! (yeah)

You can say what you have to say,
'Cause 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,
'Cause my mind's made up anyway,
All that talk that 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),
'Cause I cant stand to keep this in,
All I really want, I'll say again!

You can say what you have to say,
'Cause 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,
'Cause my mind's made up anyway,
All that talk that you talk might work a lot,
But it's not gonna work today! (Not gonna work today)

 

13. Kenji

"My father came from Japan in 1905,
He was 15 when he immigrated from Japan,
He worked until he was able to buy - to actually build a store.."

Let me tell you a 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 and 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 LA, 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 LA from Japan,
They called him 'Immigrant,' in Japanese,
He'd say he was called "Iisei," that meant,
'First Generation In The United States,' when,
Everybody 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 Coming,"
Pictures of soldiers dying and running,
Ken knew what it would lead to,
And just like he guessed, the president said,
"The evil Japanese in our home country would be locked away,"
They gave Ken, a couple of days,
To get his whole life packed in two bags,
Just two bags,
He couldn't even pack his clothes,
And some folks didn't even have a suitcase,
To pack anything in,
So two trash bags is all they gave them,
When the kids asked mom "Where are we going?"
Nobody even knew what to say to them,
Ken didn't wanna lie,
He said "The US is looking for spies,
So we have to live in a place called Manzanar,
Where a lot of Japanese people are.",
Stop it don't look at the [...]!
You don't wanna get the soldiers wondering,
If you're gonna run or not 'cause if you run then you might get [...],
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.

"Yeah, soon as war broke out, the F.B.I. came and...they just come to the house,
and, 'You have to come.', 'All the Japanese have to go", they took Mr. Ni,
The people couldn't understand, 'Why did they have to take him,
Because he's just an innocent laborer?' "

So now they're in a town with soldiers surrounding them,
Every day, every night, looked down at them,
From watchtowers up on the wall,
Ken couldn't really hate them at all,
They were just doing their job and,
He wasn't gonna make any problems,
He had a little garden, 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 family's life saved,
Prisoners of war in their own damn country,
What for?
And time passed in the prison town, he wondered,
If he'd live it down if and when they were free,
The only way out was joining the army, and supposedly,
Some men went out for the army, signed on,
And ended up flying to Japan with a bomb,
That fifteen kiloton blast, put an end to the war pretty fast,
Two cities were blown to bits,
The end of the war came quick,
And Ken got out,
Big hopes of a normal life, with his kids and his wife, but,
Then they got back to their home, and,
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 wiping 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, it was pretty, pretty bad."
"I remember my husband said, 'Oh we're gonna stay 'til last.'
Then my husband died before they closed the camp."

 

14. Red To Black

Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa

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 / taked off / but instead (Whoa)
He'd drink every night 'til he passed out (Whoa)
Then he'd do it all again
The whole time / smiling on the outside to cover the pain (Whoa)
But on the inside / all he was trying to do was get away (Whoa)

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 it's all 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 'til your head bursts
And it hurts so bad / she left / now you suffer
Should've thought of that one first
No family / no kids / can accept what you did / now you wanna
Run away but you can't cause the past comes back again

Slippin' through the cracks / sip a little [...]
Go to be half dead
What about the 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 mom's gotta find a way to get a job
Outta debt / outta dodge / out of breath / out of this big problem
My pop's wanna get away from the pain (Whoa)
In a better place in his brain
But the [...] he takes makes him wasted (Whoa)
So sick he was gonna think the good Lord would come take him (Whoa)
I'm shaking him
Wake up you son of a [...] (Whoa)

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
Slipping through the cracks
Slipping through the cracks

Time's up

 

15. The Battle

Times up, times up, times up!
Alright Celph you got 30 seconds,
You ready?
Alright Celph Titled hit em!

Hhaha..yeah! Aight, that's all you got?

These hungry rappers battle for a buck and some change,
There really be kids starving, give a [...] 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 fitted,
And the public school system failed you,
Either you're ignorant or...

 

16. Slip Out The Back

You know me
I used to get caught up in everyday life
Trying to make it through my day so I could sleep at night
Trying 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've been looking for a purpose / well
I met this kid who thought like I did
He had a weird way of looking 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
'Cause 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
'Cause 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 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
It's like poker / you can play your best
But you gotta know when to fold your cards and take a rest
And know when to hold your cards / 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 arbitrarily cuts off your air
And like you / I want someone to say it's okay
In the truest part of our hearts everybody's afraid / we're just
Underappreciated and overwhelmed
Fighting so hard to hide our fear that we're scaring ourselves
You understand what I'm saying / cause you always did
But it's 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
'Cause 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
At the worst you'll see nobody cares
'Cause you don't wanna be around when it all goes down
Even heroes know when to be scared

And I'm no hero
You remember how it 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

That's 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'd just bring you down
And I could tell that it was time to be scared
That's 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 wanna be around just to bring you down
I'm not a hero
But don't think I didn't care

 

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19. Be Somebody

Uh! M.S., Lupe,
You know...I'm a fan man, I'm a real fan, (Gonna be somebody)
I feel real honored to be up in here, you know what I'm sayin'? (Gonna be someone)
They had to bring out the expensive mics for this one,
You know what I'm sayin? The $7000 headphones for this one here, (Gonna be somebody, gonna be someone)
You know what I'm sayin?
Come on..talk to em'!

This is the story of them against us, win or lose,
Forcing your feet into someone else's shoes,
Everybody's got somethin' to say,
That we aughta live their way,
What we're doing'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 is too much to take,
Too much weight?
Ladies and gentleman,
If anybody can hear me right now please shout back,
We're not the only one's feeling so trapped,
In a dream of somebody else...infact,
They got their heads full of some overblown scheme,
Opportunity they missed back when they were sixteen,
And all they wanna do is push you to be that,
And all you wanna do is scream back...

Gonna be somebody...
For anybody telling me I can't,
Gonna be someone...
For anyone who told me I had no chance,
Gonna be somebody...
I'm telling 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 making it were slim to none,
Ladies and...[rewind],
I'm tired of them saying the dream you have doesn't exist,
Telling you you're worthless, telling you should quit,
Basically telling you that you'll never be [rewind]!
Really, they're pissed 'cause they'll never acheive,
Some opportunity they missed back when they sixteen,
And all they wanna do is push you to be that,
And all you wanna do is scream back...

Uh!
They're gonna think you're crazy mumblin to yourself,
In the basement all day 'uh-uh-uh'in to yourself,
My pop's didn't dig it, was shovelin' to myself,
My boy's used to get it, they dug it because they felt,
My undertaking took me I was makin in my stealth,
A wealth of rhymes, of crazy I would chuckle to myself, (ha)
Then they went into the mental rolodex,
See I knew em' by heart like a brain in my chest,
Then I, took em' to school where subjects was getting felt,
Books under my seat, notebook laying on my desk,
My teacher's like, "Mr. Jaco?"
"Yes?"
"With all that knowledge, you aint tryin' to college,
Be a lawyer or a doctor, get a whole lotta dollars,
Rather degrade woman 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 telling me I can't,
Gonna be someone...
For anyone who told me I had no chance,
Gonna be somebody...
I'm telling you the time has come, (like that)
Gonna be someone...
And maybe you'll get it when I'm finally done.

(Finally done)

Yeah this one goes out to those fantastic human beings,
That keep us down and hold us back,
And give us fuel for what we do...thanks!

 

20. There They Go

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. (Yeah)
Uh-oh,
West coast,
Let's go!

(One time) For my machine shop crew, and then it's,
(Two times) S.O.B and LP 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 sayin'

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, [rewind],
Y'all can't really hang with us in this,
Everybody's so afraid of us...[rewind],
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 [rewind] floor,
Like "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'd just as soon crack a bottle,
As crack you over the head with a bottle of beer!
So just listen up there, powderpuff,
Better believe that I'm not playin',
You can love it, you can hate,
But don't mistake it, everybody sayin'

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 because everytime you go to spit (yo check this ou-),
I talk over you just like this (haha!)
It's annoying, just for you,
You could scream all day til your face is blue.
I'm gettin' 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,
Comin' with heat like a goddamn commando,
And add in S.O.B,
Ryu, Tak, Vin Scully,
Cheapshot, and now you see,
[rewind] with me? Nah.
Sixx?

Oh no, uh-oh,
Whatever you yell when you see that door close,
I'ma bail through the back (fo' sho'),
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 Shinode,
I'm just plain old 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 gotta walk these streets.
I'm ain't trippin' homie, talk is cheap,
A cappella or we can bark on a beat,
And if that ain't enough action,
I've got 17 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've got this place rockin',
Beat knockin', non stoppin',
If ya'll are with it, lemme hear it now (yeah, yo)

We've got this place rockin',
Beat knockin', non stoppin',
If ya'll are with it, lemme hear it now (yeah, yo)

(One time) For my machine shop crew, and then it's,
(Two times) S.O.B and LP 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!

 

21. The Hard Way

Oh
Oh
Whoa

Come with me / let me walk you thru the world that I currently stay in
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 can 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 used to hang with / now they're acting so 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 pushed through the pain that I got through
And I'm losing hope

Deafenin' 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 you thru the world that I currently live in
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 they're 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 (Oh)
What happened to the way that we always said we'd be
'Cause right now I don't know why I pushed through the pain that I got through (Oh)
And I'm losing hope

Deafenin' 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

Voices (voices)
In my head (in my head)

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 pushed through the pain that I got through
And I'm losing hope
Give me one reason not to

Deafenin' 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

Oh
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Edited by lpliveusername

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