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You ready
Lets go Yeah for those of you that want to know what we're all about It's like this y'all 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 But fuck em he knows the code It's not about the salary It's all about reality and making some noise Makin story makin sure his clique stays up That means when he puts it down Tak's pickin it up 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 him despite the fact That many misjudge because he makes a livin from writin raps Put it together himself now the picture connects Never asking for someone's help Or to get some respect He's only focused on what he wrote his will is beyond reach and now it all unfolds the skill of an artist This is 20% skill 80% beer Be a 100% clear 'cuz Ryu is ill Who would have thought he'd be the one That set The West in flames Then 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's givin' him guest spots His stock's through the roof heard he's fuckin' with S dot This is ten percent luck 20% skill Fifteen percent concentrated 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 what he's got Makin his way to the top He often gets a comment on his 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 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 |
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| 3. |
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Someone right now
is leaving their apartment Looking down at the street Wondering where there car went Someone in the car sitting at a signal In front of a restaraunt Staring 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 spent half the rent at a bar getting plastered Now he gotta walk fourteen blocks to work at a shop Where he's about to get fired Someone right now is looking pretty tired Staring at a laptop trying to get inspired Somebody living right across the street She wrote the best things She's written all week but her best friends coughing up blood in the sink 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 no I'm just taking it in Out the window of a hotel bedroom again Tommorrow 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 Yo somebody right now is dropping his vote inside a box And trying not to get shot in his throat For the act of freedom right now somebody is stuck in Iraq Hoping that he gets shipped back breathing in a war That he's not really sure of the reasons So we show our support when the press mislead them Though we more then remain proud and salute the troops get some I know you boys got some work to do Meanwhile right now someones 25 to life And is stading on the corner with their thumb up hitchiking Stratching off a lotto ticket hoping for a real winner Sneaking through the border just to work and to eat a real dinner Right now someone wishes they were you were not instead of second Guessing freedom thoughts of quiet suicide But right now I'm staring at the window at a frame with holes In his arm and holes in his jeans he pulled out his siger And sparked the light And walked right around the corner just outta my sight But yo I'm just taking it in From the second story hotel window again The TV's on, and my bags are packed But in this world everything can change just like that, Like that But yo I'm just taking it in From the second story hotel window again The TV's on, and my bags are packed But in this world everything can change just like that, Like that Ya right now somebody sitting in the darkness Trying to figure out how to put some heat in their apartment But they got a little matress and a little carpet And they appreciate it 'cause some people on a park bench You see them when you rushing to get to the office wife robbed blind When she coming from the market Right now somebody coming out from the pocket Trying to dump that rock They run around the block with at The same time the cops is raising the block with aim To fill your legs and back with some hot shit Right now somebody struggling to stop this man Who's kick and punching and cussing at the doctors Down the hall the child taking his first breath The doctors ain't even passed him to the nurse yet yo I wonder if he understands what it's worth yet Like the time spent while we here on the earth yet The answer to the question that we all seek can be found Depend on how free y'all think Right now it's somebody who ain't eat all week That would kill for the shit that you throw away in the street I guess ones mans trash is the next mans treaure One mans pain is the next mans pleasure one say Infinity the next say forever right now everybody got to get it together man I'm just taking it in another strange hotel lobby again Put my luggage on my back I don't know where I'm at I'm in world where we all change just like that Like that, like that, just like that ... |
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| 4. |
| 3:40 |
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Y’all are not not r-ready no not r-ready no
We're about to drop it steady so Do it like that Why is everybody so petrified [what] Petrified [what] Step aside and just Drop that [c'mon] Why is everybody so petrified [what] Petrified [what] Step aside and just Drop that [c'mon] How you doing y’all My name's Mike I'm fluent with the new shit I'm doing 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 We got that balance keeping us on track that you Get when you're moving 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 rocking when we step inside And we got everybody so petrified Why is everybody so petrified [what] Petrified [what] Step aside and just Drop that [c'mon] Listen you are not ready Like children in the building you can't stand steady It must be the beat's so heavy Causing panic attacks like a crack in the levy Give you that Robert-Plant Dancing-days-are-back feeling all in the track And in fact for those knowing 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 rocking when we step inside And we got everybody so petrified Why is everybody so petrified [what] Petrified [what] Step aside and just Drop that [c'mon] Why is everybody so petrified [what] Petrified [what] Step aside and just Drop that [c'mon] Y’all are not not r-ready no not r-ready no We're about to drop it steady so Do it like that Y’all are not not r-ready no not r-ready no We're about to drop it steady so Do it like that Why is everybody so petrified [what] Petrified [what] Step aside and just Drop that [c'mon] Why is everybody so petrified [what] Petrified [what] Step aside and just Drop that [c'mon] Like Stop bring it back We got that balance keeping us on track Like Stop bring it back We got that balance keeping us on track Like Stop bring it back We got that balance keeping us on track Like Stop bring it back We got that balance keeping us on track Like stop [stop]… Machine Shop [Shop] |
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| 5. |
| 3:54 |
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These days are dark and the nights are cold
People actin like they lost their soul And everywhere I go, I see another person like me Tryin to make it all feel like home These days are dark and the nights are cold People actin like they lost their soul And everywhere I go, I see another person like me Tryin to make it all 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 seein him tonight's gonna be the last time I shoulda brought a jacket blowin in my hands like it's really gonna stop the chill I buy a cup of coffee with a 5 dollar bill Thinkin layin in that box people look so still at times like these you start thinking your first breath in and the clock starts tickin I'm not tryin to bum anyone out Not trying to be dramatic just thinkin out loud Im just trying to make some sense in my mind Some defense from the cold that I'm feelin outside and for a minute escape with some rhythm and rhyme and get away from the grey just a bit at a time Kinda funny how this world can treat ya Like a freak in a sideshow A carnival creature Climbin outta cans, Im a diamond in the sand But you cant 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 dont make sense and I dont expect for you to know what it's like Smoke, drink, piss, sniffin everything off in my sight push rocks in a pipe lift-off 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 days are dark and the nights are cold People actin like they lost their soul And everywhere I go, I see another person like me Tryin to make it all feel like home These days are dark and the nights are cold People actin like they lost their soul And everywhere I go, I see another person like me Tryin to make it all feel like home Yo Pardon me I think I'm next to url Too many problems goin on thats 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 dont have But still I try to find a way to escape from all the hate Planted in my head that led to mistakes But now im breakin the mold see I was patient and calm Many sleep in the rain but I'm awake in the storm Writin 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 existence even though things are changin i'm going the distance overcoming the doubt that had controlled for so long and put it all behind me cos life still goes on now i'm much stronger, I know where I stand while lost souls search over and over again These days are dark and the nights are cold people actin like they lost their soul and everybody's tryin not to cry tryina get by and tryin not to feel outta 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 (so alone, 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 |
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| 6. |
| 3:52 |
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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 tryna stay by the phone, 'Cause your voice always helps me when I 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 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?' 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 You know the place where you used to live, Used to barbeque up burgers and ribs, Used to have a little party every Hallowe'en with candy by the pile, But now, you only stop by every once in a while, Shit, I find myself just fillin' my time, Anything to keep the thought of you from my mind, I'm doin' fine, I plan to keep it that way, You can call me if you find you have somethin' 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?' 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 while you're not around, and feeling so useless, It seems one thing has been true all along, You don't really know what you 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'll 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 |
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| 3:30 |
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This is how it goes
Welcome one and all to the show We're wired up fired up fucking 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 Previewing the new shit before all the masses ’Cause the first thing I need when I've got a new beat Is to see how it sounds echoing off the street I just take it for a spin Pop the CD in Slide it up to ten and get that rearview shaking Then play it again so there's no mistaking San Andreas the block Get this bitch earthquaking like Oh ready for it here we go We got the whole block rocking in stereo We're taking control letting everybody know And if you feel it let me hear everybody go 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 chitchat on me homie kick back I'm on that shit that can get your homie bitch-slapped So zip your lip back listen and watch We got the whole block rockin' off the way the beat knocks You don't 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 earthquaking like Oh ready for it here we go We got the whole block rocking in stereo We're taking control letting everybody know And if you feel it let me hear everybody go Oh ready for it here we go We got the whole block rocking in stereo We're taking control letting everybody know And if you feel it let me 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 y’all 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 y’all burn that system out Oh ready for it here we go We got the whole block rocking in stereo We're taking control letting everybody know And if you feel it let me hear everybody go Oh ready for it here we go We got the whole block rocking in stereo We're taking control letting everybody know And if you feel it let me hear everybody go |
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| 3:45 |
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Back home
Everybody's searching for somethin' But all they can find is a whole lot of nothin' Back home Ain't nobody hoping and praying 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 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 this 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 Everybody's searching for somethin' But all they can find is a whole lot of nothin' Back home Ain't nobody hoping and praying 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 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 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 or 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 Everybody's searching for somethin' But all they can find is a whole lot of nothin' Back home Ain't nobody hoping and praying 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 |
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| 3:40 |
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And 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 gangsta then 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 tellin you, You can call my bluff if its not rough then I really don't need it, I'm not even ashamed, I've got too much reality and its fillin up my brain, So sell me on the product, I'm addicted to the game, Suck it up like a cigarette, Light it up. Its just like a cigarette, Its something that I do, Once in a while but between me and you, Its just like a cigarette, No body's really fooled, I don't want the truth, I just wanna feel fuckin cool. Let me tell you somethin that I realized tonight, My hip-hop radios like Marlboro light, They're both selling stories and they sound about the same, Cigarettes say they're safe, Rappers say they really bang, We don't care if its 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 rappers CD, Just suckin up the guns, drugs n misogyny, The same way that I suck up all the stories that I breath, That little bit of death supposedly cancer free, And everything they say got the truth twisted up, Its what I want man I can't get enough, Cause even though we know its 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 just wanna feel fuckin cool. Its just like a cigarette, Its something that I do, Over and over but between me and you, Its just like a cigarette, Nobody's really fooled, I don't want the truth, I just wanna feel fuckin cool. Man listen to ma words, Listen for a while, Lip service radio, Don't 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 fact, Listen for a while, Lip service radio, Don't touch the dial. 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 fuckin cool. Its just like a cigarette, Its something that I do, Over and over but between me and you, Its just like a cigarette, Nobody's really fooled, I don't want the truth, I just wanna feel fuckin cool |
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| 3:43 |
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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 Just like that Now you've got a face to 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 hands 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 What ever happens to you, we'll see But it's not gonna happen to me [chorus] 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 thinking 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 You turned your back And walked away in shame All you got is a memory of pain Nothing makes sense so you stare at the ground I hear your voice in my head when no one's around What do I have to say Maybe I should do what I have to do to break free What ever happens to you, we'll see But it's not gonna happen to me [chorus] 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 [bridge] [chorus] 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 Do what i have to do You're on your own now believe me What ever 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 |
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| 1:56 |
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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... 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 "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 to 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 "hahaha" "You beileve that? Like, thats crazy Sounds crazy right? You're like this point - at this point you figure- you hear that and your like "That guy is out of his mind" But honestly at that point, besides the fact that he wanted me to just play keyboard, or whatever, he didn't want me rap, he was like maybe joe hahn should, um, wear a lab coat and a cowboy hat on st...like when we play I swear to God he's crazy! It was crazy..." "Whats goin on with the cowboy hat?" "yea... And later on he claimed that he wrote our - all our songs so that was...that was real nice" |
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| 12. |
| 3:17 |
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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 them out for the masses You assholes are gonna see soon that I'm not playin Start askin me the names that I'm not sayin But I'm tryin to be bigger than the bickerin bigger than the petty name callin under the breath talkin rumors and labels and categorization I'm like a struggling doctor, No patients But you can say what you want about me keep talkin while I'm walkin away You can say what you have to say cuz 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 cuz my mind's made up anyway all that bullshit you talk might work a lot 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 lemme spell it out plain for you angry groups complain about the things we do im not changing direction, I'm stepping my game up Maintainin my name, the same way I came up You're gonna see that I'm not playin start asking the names that I'm not sayin but im tryin not to mention the names of people who wanna sight and 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 cuz 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 cuz my mind's made up anyway all that bullshit you talk might work a lot but it's 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 Is anybody out there listening? Cuz I cant stand to keep this in All I really want, I'll say it again You can say what you have to say cuz 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 cuz my mind's made up anyway all that bullshit you talk might work a lot but it's not gonna work today |
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| 13. |
| 3:52 |
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My father came from Japan in 1905
He was 15 when he immigrated from Japan He, he he worked until he was able to buy this patch And build a store Let me tell you the 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, 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 "Issei," That meant 'First Generation In The United States,' When everyone 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 Comin'," Pictures of soldiers dyin' and runnin', Ken knew what it would lead to, Just like he guessed, the President said, "The evil Japanese in our home country will be locked away," They gave Ken, a couple of days, To get his whole life packed in two bags, Just two bags, couldn't even pack his clothes, Some folks didn't even have a suitcase, to pack anything in, So two trash bags was all they gave them, When the kids asked mum "Where are we goin'?" Nobody even knew what to say to them, Ken didn't wanna lie, he said "The US is lookin' for spies, So we have to live in a place called Mandinar, Where a lot of Japanese people are," Stop it don't look at the gunmen, You don't wanna get the soldiers wonderin', If you 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. As soon as war broke out The G.I came and they just come to the house and "You have to come" "All the Japanese have to go" They took Mr. Lee People didn't understand Why did they have to take him? Because he's an innocent labourer? So now they're in a town with soldiers surroundin' them, Every day, every night look down at them, From watch towers up on the wall, Ken couldn't really hate them at all; They were just doin' their job and, He wasn't gonna make any problems, He had a little garden with 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 families life saved, Prisoners of war in their own damn country, What for? Time passed in the prison town, He wanted them to live it down when they were free, The only way out was joinin' the army, And supposedly, some men went out for the army, signed on, And ended up flyin' to Japan with a bomb, That 15 kilotonne blast, put an end to the war pretty fast, Two cities were blown to bits the end of the war came quick, Ken got out, big hopes of a normal life, with his kids and his wife, But, when they got back to their home, 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 wiped the 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 uhh It was pretty pretty bad I, I remember my husband said "Are we gonna stay 'til last?" Then my husband died before they close the camp. |
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Wooooh Wooooh Woooh Wooooooooh Woooah
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 and instead Hed drink every night until he passed out And then hed do it all again The whole time smiling on the outside To cover the pain But on the inside All he was trying to do was get away Dying to get away Let the pain of yesterday Go slipping through the cracks Yo, Funny how things change color Than 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 Never saw it 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 until your head bursts And it hurts so bad she left Now you suffer Should've thought of that one first No family, no kids Cant accept what you did Now you wanna run away But you can't Cause the past comes back again Slippin through the cracks Sniff a little jack Go to bed half dead What about rent Why does every cent gotta be a bet Whens it gonna end Oh my god we dont got a penny left My moms gotta find a way To get a job, out of debt, out of dodge Out of breath, out of this big problem My pops wanna get away from the pain In a better place in his brain But the medication he takes Makes him wasted So sick he was gonna think The good lord would come take him I'm shaking him Wake up you son of a bitch! 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 |
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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 titled And the public system failed you Either you ignore it or... |
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You know me,
I used to get caught up in everyday life Tryin' to make it through my day So I can sleep at night Tryin' 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 tryin' not to be worthless Since I last saw you I've been lookin' for a purpose Well, I met this kid who thought like I did He had a weird way of lookin' at it, This is what he said: 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 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 Now, I don't remember where I met him Or remember his name But he walked funny, like he was just to big for his frame Just over 5 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 stackin' 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 ok In the truest part of their harts everybody's afraid We're just Under-appreciated and overwhelmed Fightin' so hard to hide our fear that we're scaring ourselves, You understand what I'm sayin', 'Cause you always did, But it's different in the words of a cowardly kid, Who said: 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 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 feelin' out of control To the point where everything is going End over end I'm spinnin' 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 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 want to be around just to bring you down I'm not a hero, but don't think I didn't care |
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