Song: Bloc Party
Artist: Apathy, Mike Shinoda, and Tak of Styles of Beyond
Album: We Major Mixtape
[Mixtape released free by DJ Green Lantern...but I can't find a direct download anymore. Torrent, or message me if you'd like the tracks]
(Green Lantern) - [Invasion...!]
(Mike) - [Hey Ap, why dont you do the, uhdo the intro on this shit?
(Apathy) - [Yo. Apathy (Yeah), Fort Minor (Uh-Huh), Styles Of Beyond, Demigodz...]
(Mike) - [Here we go...]
(Apathy) - Yo, rappers like heavy metal and ghettos
Guns, metal and ammo
I'll pistol whip Tony and fuck Meadow Soprano
A cat who sells them bugs but tell them thugs
They...
[*Rewind*]
Rappers like heavy metal and ghettos
Guns, metal and ammo
I'll pistol whip Tony and fuck Meadow Soprano
A cat who sells them bugs but tell them thugs
They dont know 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 your girl's mouth, blast off like NASA
The master of nastiness transform a classy bitch
Into a little sheen freak sadomasochist
Dastardly bastard of rap so disastrous
Spitting, 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 'em down but I never marry hoes
Bury flows when the flows come through your stereos
(Mike) - There we go, flippin' up predictable verses
Is a curse to burst words like turrets on purpose
Put the verb like a back-heavy jet, perverse as it is
I can't stop and its making me nervous, ok?
Get me on a track and I'm crackin'
I'm packin' a backpack full of tracks on some CDs
Be me, fuck that and 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 Nikes
Or DCs, 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
In the same no names gangs you came from
I dont got an excuse (Nope!), just talkin' the truth
I'm fuckin' awesome when I rock in the booth
And I stay ready with hot bloc rockin' abuse
Y'all are really not stoppin' us, dude
(Yeah, Tak, get 'em!)
(Tak) - It started off lookin' over and hit the galaxy
Now we movin' 'em over, they crowin' me as the Cali king
Anything tossed on my fuse gettin' chewed up
With a 'Cuda six, a little good weight, 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, step in the shoes, you don't believe me
You can ask Devin the Dude how'm I strip down
You bitch clown stand in my socks
And whip a mother fucker's ass like I'm Cannibal, watch
You wanna get stoned? Beat 'em wit a basket of ice?
To get your shit flown, feelin' 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 bloc
Party, and what's your corpse 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)
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PsyQo Shaine :D
TehQoX 1 month ago 5
PsyQo sent me ;)
smexyMethod 1 month ago