Tools Of The Trade by Fort Minor
(Mike)
I can make a loop out of anything work
I'm just surprised you guys didn't think of this shit first... But fuck it!
You can't touch yours truly
You can hardly follow me
Much less move me, so
When I'm pumping the track
You punks in the back better jump when I ask you bastards
(Ryu)
Yeah, you got it backwards and misconstrued
See I roll like the rat pack groups included
In the backpack with the gas mask in Munich
20 deep in a hatchback puffing Cubans
(Mike)
You wanna rap get the lab track qued let's do this
But not on this track
You can't afford it stupid!
(Tak)
Somebody call for the doc quick
He's still on the street top
He gotta freaking stain on my high top Reebok's
Snatched off the velcro and choked him with it
My headphones rub my neck where I coach you chickens (baaaacock!)
Machineshop packs lots of tunes
Like Paul Wall mixed tapes leave you chopped and screwed
The mess too wild?
The yes boys popping their Gats (yaps?)
Yeah, can you hear me now?
Good get off my sac
(Celph)
Yo, MC am I
People call me Celph
I got the key to every young bitches chastity belt
You clicking even pussy
Better yet they beaver
I'm gonna leave it to ya heavy
With this nine millameta
(Girlie Ryu (some would say sexy voice))
Yo I see you chillin' in that cherry beemer
Have you ever met a man with canary fever?
I ain't talkin' ‘bout a piss colored diamond either, word
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