Artist: Fort Minor f/ Apathy, Tak (Styles of Beyond) Album: Fort Minor: We Major Song: Bloc Party Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: Mike Shinoda] + (Apathy) Hey yo Ap, why don't you do the uh Do the intro on this shit (yo, Apathy) Yeah (Fort Minor) uh-huh (Styles of Beyond, Demigodz) Here we go [Apathy] Yo, Ap is like heavy metal and ghettos, guns, metal and ammo I pistol-whip Tony and fuck Meadow Soprano A cat who sell them bugs but tell them thugs They don't – Ap is like, Ap is.. {*scratches*} Ap is like heavy metal and ghettos, guns, metal and ammo I pistol-whip Tony and fuck Meadow Soprano A cat who sell them bugs but tell them thugs They don't know to carry more heat than welding gloves I walk amongst the gods, keep my head in the clouds Oh we show groupies love, gettin head in the crowd Put it in your girl's mouth, blast off like NASA The master of nastiness transform a classy bitch into a little chic freak sadomasochist Dastardly bastard of rap so disasterous Spittin healed a cripple like Christ the miraculous And fights my savageness, turns punks pacifists The police clock Ap like "There he go" Always on the watch cause I used to carry blow Always lock her down but I never marry hoes Bury foes when the flows come through your stereos [Mike Shinoda] There we go, flippin a predictable verse It's a curse to burst words like turrets on purpose Put the verb like a backhand reject perverse as it is I can't stop and it's makin me nervous, okay? Get me on a track and I'm crackin Packin up a backpack full of tracks on some CD's Be me? Fuck that! Not likely To bite me you need to be you times ninety I got schemes and a team so hyped we get on the scene, make a scene on the nightly Say what I mean, whether mean or politely Livin 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 to bang, bang drums and hangin you lames and the same no-name gangs you came from I don't got an excuse, just talkin the truth I'm fuckin awesome when I'm rockin the booth And I stay ready with hot block rockin abuse Y'all are really not stoppin us dude Yeah Tak, get 'em! [Tak] Uhh, it started off takin over and hit the galaxy Now we're movin them over, they're crownin me the Cali king Anything tossed in my view is gettin chewed up With a quota six and little good weight, too much Hooligans smacked in the face with aluminum bats Your fuckin raps are as good as me boo-boo'in I said I was rude, step in the shoes You don't believe me, you can ask Devin the Dude how I strip down your bitch, clown, stand in my socks And whippin motherfuckers ass like I'm Cannibal Ox You wanna be stoned? Beat him with a basket of rocks Then get your shit flowin, feenin for the casket to drop You know them S.O.B.'s never get the record to stop Breakin the habit is impossible, what happened to Tak? He's unleashed, he's a beast so Sledge hand me a block Partyin, what's your corpses posin for? The camera was shot Huh, Styles and Machine Shop, necklace fly No wonder everybody's so petrified I said - Styles and Machine Shop, necklace fly No wonder everybody's so petrified Let me hear that?