| Yo, rappers like heavy metal and ghettos
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| Guns, metals and ammos
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| I pistol whip Tony and f*** Meadows Soprano
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| A cat who sells them bugs but tell them thugs
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| They don’t know how to carry more heat than welding gloves
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| I walk amongst the gods, keep my head in the clouds
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| Oh we show groupies love, getting head in the crowds
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| Put it in girls mouth blast off like NASA
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| The master of nastiness transform a classy b**** into
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| A little sheen freak sadomasochist
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| Dastardly bastard of rap so disastorous
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| Spitting, healed a cripple like Christ the miraculous
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| And fights my savageness, turns punks, pacifists
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| The police clock Ap like there he go
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| Always on the watch because I use to carry blow
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| Always lock her down but I never marry hoes
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| Barry foes when the flows comes through your stereo
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| There we go flipping up a predictable verse
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| It’s a curse to burst words like turrets on purpose
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| Flip the bird like a backhand reject perverse as it is
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| I can’t stop and its making me nervous, ok?
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| Get me on a track and I’m cracking
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| Packing up a backpack full of tracks on some CDs
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| Be me, f*** that and not like me
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| To bite me you need to be you times ninety
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| I got schemes and a team so hyped we
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| Get on a scene make a scene on the nightly
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| Say what I mean, whether mean or politely
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| Living the dream in some clean white Nike’s
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| Or DC’s, I’m not giving a s***
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| F*** the words that you heard and the lips that they hang from
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| I stay banging to bang, bang drums and hanging you lames
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| And the same no names gangs you came from
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| I don’t got an excuse, just talking the truth
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| I’m f***ing awesome when I’m rocking the booth
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| And I stay ready with hot bloc rocking abuse
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| Y’all are really not stopping us dude, yeah Tak, get up
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| It started off get on over and hit the galaxy
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| Now we are moving them over they are crowing me the Cali king
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| Anything tossed on my fuse getting chewed up
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| With a quota six and little good weight, too much
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| Going to get smacked in the face with aluminum bats
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| Your f***ing raps as good as me, Bobo and
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| I said I was rude, step in the shoes, you don’t believe me
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| You can ask Devin the dude how I strip down the b**** clown stand in my socks
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| Whip the mother f***ers a** like I’m Cannibal, watch
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| You want to be stoned? |
| Even with a basket of ice?
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| Get your s*** flowing feeling for the casket to drop
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| You know them S.O.B.'s never get the record to stop
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| Breaking the habit is impossible what happened to Tak
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| He’s unleashed, he’s a beast so Sledge hand me a bloc
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| Party, whats your corpses posing for?, the camera was shot, huh
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| Styles and Machine Shop, necklace fly
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| No wonder everybody is so petrified
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| I said, Styles and Machine Shop, necklace fly
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| No wonder everybody is so petrified
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| Let me hear that! |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bloc Party (feat. Mike Shinoda & Tak), artist - Apathy. Album song Hell's Lost & Found: It's the Bootleg, Muthafuckas! Vol. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп