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Fort Minor
«Get It»
Ryu and Tak, 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
Ain't nothin' but a thing to getcha people to move
Gotta lovin' the way we swing when we step on the scene
You know we kill it, goin' all out, we about to get it
Yo, it's in my blood, I was born to spit it
The coroner has kept me warm through the storms of winter
Ignored the pain and struggle when it's time for dinner
We huddle together and grind, rain or shine
Survive the weather, forget about changing spinners
Throw me a bone, I'm just tryin' 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-uh
We go to work man, diggin' in dirt, we took 'em to church
We're checkin' in some teenage strippers
Livin' life by the seat of my pants and threepeated, we champs
Undefeated we can't lose ever whoever wanted with us
Better roll with a camp you 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, sing it
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 jet cause we ain't got time to kick it
No
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 jet cause we ain't got time to kick it
So let's get right to it and groove
Ain't nothin' but a thing to getcha people to move
Gotta lovin' the way we swing when we step on the scene
You know we kill it, goin' all out, we about to 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 fumes leakin' in the street, throwin' down them bones
Whoa, we on the job, the one with the mob
The fake facades to get it just to make new large
I roll a seven to nine just to break the yards
And step in your mind and unfold the great bizarre
Hit the kill switch, yeah, found my hitch
I'm on the pitcher's mound for now, it's me and Will Smith
Finally overseas, I sneak in the mattress
Ain't nothin' like a sweet club freak with an accent
We out gettin' bent makin' dollar amounts
So if you with me let me see you raise your bottom with shots, say it
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 jet cause we ain't got time to kick it
No
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 jet cause we ain't got time to kick it
So let's get right to it and groove
Ain't nothin' but a thing to getcha people to move
Gotta lovin' the way we swing when we step on the scene
You know we kill it, goin' all out, we about to get it
Gonna be somebody
For anybody telling me I can't, yeah
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
"100 Degrees"
[Mike:]
Yo, you ready do this? Ok
Come on! Let's go!
[Green Lantern:]
This is an invasion
Evil genius Green Lantern
Mike Shinoda
[Mike:]
Ladies and gentlemen
I would like to welcome you to a Fort Minor event
The countdown has begun
The Rising Tied is almost here
But for now...
[Green Lantern:]
Come on, Mike!
[Mike:]
Yo, let's get it going in front of every man, anybody
You gotta be ready, it's heavy when we get it rowdy
We won't apologize or even think of saying sorry
This is the way we rock steady over everybody
You probably shocked, probably ready to stop this already
You probably can't hang with the way we attack it so steady
We let it rock the room and bang the Benz, shake the Chevy
'Til everybody feels it in the chest, say it with me
[Chorus]
This is the time so just follow me
It's already heated to 100 degrees so
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 tearing shit down
Take a look around, you're not running this
The bluff in your nothing will hit you like a ton of bricks
Hit you together with pressure you can never stand
The softest leather just a featherweight, never man
We're not your competitors setting you straight
You never compete, forget it, it's already too late, go!
[Chorus]
Yo, if you don't see, I'm a make you see this
If you don't roll, I'm a make you believe it
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Shh, give me a second, I'm collecting my thoughts
And setting plots, all right y'all ready or not?!
I've listened and watched and waited for an opening spot
And now that I 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 it's over, you can tell 'em we're here
[Chorus]
Yo, if you don't see, I'm a make you see this
If you don't roll, I'm a make you believe it
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Dolla
[Mike:]
Yeah, like that Y'all
Uh huh, whoo, like that
Fort Minor, S.O.B.
Yeah, like this, listen
Attention please, I only need a second
To make a mental impression directly on any record so
Give me space to move, room to prove I'm stupid with the P's and Q's
Ladies and gentlemen I'm sending you bending
Pretending the pen is a needle, I'm injecting 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 the flow was 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
[Ryu:]
You still breathing? I'm cocking and squeezing
Tucked still? Nope, I don't give a fuck who sees it
Broad days sitting sideways, stuffed in a small cave
For three fucking weeks 'til you reek like dog waste
Ugh, 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 streets got hideous ways of handling beef, bitch
So eat shit, hate it or love it, the underdogs on top
Getting faded telling people to suck it
Bucking 'em down for real while you fucking around
I'm stuck in the house for months tryin to sharpen my skills
So how does it feel? You lames want to claim my throne
You got a better chance getting Danny Hayes on the phone
Good luck, I flame suckers 'til they're black and crispy
Sneaking heat up in the club like a flask of whisky
[Tak:]
Yeah, I'm here to crack the roof in
You got a nice watch but your raps are useless
You better cut the crap 'fore i snap some nooses
And leave you all snoozing' on some afternoon shit
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 'til you choke on your teeth
Catch me at the show rockin' in that tipsy mode
Like Angels and Demons unlocking DaVinci's Code
One drop in the cannister, people split the globe
Blowing every planet to shit once I hit the road
You in the tight bitch, cut you with apathy
I'm on the night shift see I hustle like cassidy
So kick that shit sound and let the west coast see
One of the illest names, Ribkat from S.O.B.
[Green Lantern:]
That's right, Fort Minor
We Major, Mike Shinoda, S.O.B.
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