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Who’s here in 2024 coming back to one of the rawest Green Lantern mixtapes of all time! Apathy and Celpth Titled BLEW the TOP off this fucking track! And it still ages so well.

[Intro: Mike Shinoda (Celph)] Gentlemen and ladies Please put down your expensive champagne (ha ha ha ha) It's about to get ugly in here (Yeah, set it on them motherfuckers!) LET'S GO! My name is Mike Shinoda And with some help from my man Celph Titled (you goddamn right) I would like to introduce to you From Styles of Beyond, Takbir! [Tak] Hell yeah, put a sock in your mouth, you now rocking with Styles This how we knockin them down.. (Takbir!) Hell yeah, put a sock in your mouth, you now rocking with Styles This how we knocking them down, no other option around Cause I just cock it and blaow, me and my popular pals Don't make me hop in the crowd, stop jocking then bounce We taking over and stomping all of you porch spiders Cover and duck and we shooting straight out of Fort Minor Roll with a pack of fifty, someone they acting shifty I put a stamp on it and slap 'em with a flask of whiskey You got your hopes to blazing, buzzing with no sedation I got a [click-clack] and a party cap for both occasions With something terrible sit in a mini stadium Never perform solo, I'm fricking sick in the cranium Packing them in, yeah, the hooligan's back We quick to, cracking his shins with aluminum bats Got the place going bananas and they pumping they fists I tip my brim to Los Angeles and jump in the pit, pit, pit (What the fuck are you doin man? You spilled my Cristal all over me!) [Chorus: Mike Shinoda & Celph Titled] So rough, so rugged, so what Like a runaway train we tearin' the track up We're, at it again, we're ready to act up So cover and duck, show us you're rockin' wit us Let's see your fists if you're rockin' with this Let me see your fists if you're rockin' with this [Mike Shinoda] Yeah, yo From the start 'til the end, night until the dawn It's that, fight music cause right when it comes on You just, lose control of your elbows and fists Fuckin' utter disregard for.. [scratches] From the start 'til the end, night until the.. From the start 'til the end... [scratches] From the start 'til the end, night until the dawn It's that, fight music cause right when it comes on You just, lose control of your elbows and fists Fuckin' utter disregard for your body in the pit People are, swinging limbs, swinging bottles and chairs Just throwing linebacker motherfuckers up in the air So back up! We got you wearing that fight club glare Steady tearing down the club cause you just don't care It's the realest way to feel it when the speakers pop popping You're wit it if you get it when that beat starts knocking We kill it when we get up on that mic' start rocking And you feel it when you hear it cause we're on non-stopping So, ask about me or a friend if they know (know) We do it daily, never maybe, every show (show) If y'all wanna get down, I'm ready to roll Right now, y'all ready? Let's get it, let's go! [Chorus] [Mike Shinoda & Celph Titled] Yo, let's see your fists if you're rockin with this Let me see your fists if you're rockin with this - Ryu! [Ryu] Yo, so now they know this me rocking over Shinoda beats Making it crack like the extract in cocoa leaves Hopefully labels love it; if not, then FUCK 'em I'm cutting the break cables, ain't stopping at nothing My hype is comin, murder for the price of a muffin You think twice with a steak knife stuck in your stomach I'm like - whoever want it whistle, I'll let you bring a pistol I'll put a verse on both wings like a stinger missile Provoking people to bring it, I keep the weapons stable I blow a fucking hole through 'em like a Western bagel Yeah I talk tough and I rap ignorant too Sick of me kicking knowledge gettin crap on my shoes I'm off my rocker, a psycho stalker A girl called me David Beckham, she thought I was gonna sock her Nah, I'm the one to get it cracking, the plan works Before I rock a show you gotta fasten they fans first (You ready? Let's go!) [Chorus] [Celph Titled] Yo, let's see your fists if you're rocking with this Let me see your fists if you're rocking with this (c'mon Celph) Yo, if it ain't raw it ain't right, so get it right We at it again, 'bout to act up and start a fight So, cover and duck cause we running amuck No! Cover and duck cause we about to erupt Throw your motherfucking hands to the sky, sky And make a fist if you wanna get live, live Throw your motherfucking hands to the sky, sky And make a fist if you wanna get live, live [Outro: Celph Titled (Mike Sinoda)] (C'mon y'all, yeah) Yeah (You like that shit? Ha ha ha ha) We have to get real GODZ-illa on them this time Tak and Ryu, S.O.B., Celph Titled (tell 'em Celph) M. Shinoda the cobra holder (ha ha ha ha) Demigodz, that's how my crew do Shut the fuck up, there's grown folks talking!

[Apathy] I'll break ya brain cells off at the stem your status is stupider Ap' is a nuclear blast, heart blacker than Lucifer I could sit and write a list of all the shit I would do to ya Head so big, I rest my fitted cap on Jupiter You ain't built like this, you a soft carbon copy A care bear compared to a auto-box rotty For raps like crack I supply to the blacks Drop pipes, cop mics, say good-bye to your rocks I'm a motherfuckin star, the status of John Lennon Y'all are ordinary people, singin' to John Legend Write a track dissin' Ap'? Better X that out I don't play that, like rap in a redneck's house I could have ya brain cells spinnin quicker than Sprewell's Ya female e-mailing me all ya details I don't dig up dirt, I shake the Earth And I never say names, I wouldn't waste a verse Off of the top I'm hot, and when they dare me to write Prepare to carry a mic to a burial site I'm a pioneer fuckin' up stereotypes I snatch chains as a kid, made you carry ya bikes I got an addiction to spitting shit is heroin-like Story teller speak of hell and the American plight Money blower, funny though it seems embarrassin' right? Rock shows, blow the do' on a pair of Air Nike's All Night! [Tak] Yeah, yeah, yeah, Yo You know the rules, I cruise with a tough band You in the fuckin closet with brooms and a dustpan I clean sweep ya fleet, body softer than gelatin Now you on the mic, yeah right my life in ya skeleton dummy I'm in the place, you can tell when it's bloody I freakin', pay for ya face grade and mail you the money I'm ready I'm willin' to watch, spy on seven that flinch Let's see if I don't kill 'em in five seconds or less I keep comin' back like rashes on an infant You don't wanna chance to clash with the magnificent Seven of us, it's heaven but never enough So I tighten the vice grip, so his head'll get crushed Look, I'm out of sight now, deep in this music Leavin' 'em upside-down, fiendin for new shit Ribkat it's the roll power creep in the booth quick Blow a hole in ya back, just to eat off a soup dish You bitch [Celph Titled] Yo! The Demigod stands for killa's More specifically we Deadly Entertainers Maniac Ignorant GODzilla's And we, never took the route them other crooks took Cuz we kept recipes for human flesh in my mother's cookbook Get souffled in more ways then ten Celph Titled flow is chokin' the wind, my favorite pastime's soakin' in sin The most accurate sharpshooter with no scope Shoot with my left and watch you all die from secondhand smoke I'm reppin' my fam SO, You better act cool My soul will make a Ouija Board jump up and slap you dummy You not thinkin' smart I bust so many blamma's and blicka's that I should start a rock band called "Blink & Spark" Sinkin' sharks with no harpoons, my arsenal Is sawblade carbon tools slidin' ya coffin through Apathy's insane and I'm the same as my brother I'm like a circus show sniper, I aim for the juggler Catch a case and before the judge can slam down the gavel The whole room duck and hide from grenade shrapnel These rap verses I be breezin' through Cuz I'm like a celebate, under oath, Un-Fuckin-Believable (behind turntable scratchin) x2 Demigods, Fort Minor "Ya Ya heard of us" Styles of Beyond "Ya Ya heard of us, the murderous"

[Intro] Get it! Get-Get it! (record scratches) Get it! Yeah! [Ryu] Ryu and Tak (uh-huh!) Ryu and Tak (S.O.B.!) Ryu and Tak (Demigodz.. Green Lantern.. Scoop DeVille!) This kid is only seventeen, man.. He's about to be a problem! [Hook] 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 [Ryu] Yo, it's in my blood, I was born to spit it The cordless 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, dick in the 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 [Hook] 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 [Tak] Wow, look at 'em now, their mouths are closed We done came a long way since 2000 Fold 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 odds 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 [Hook/Outro] 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

[Intro] "Hey Joe, where you going with that gun in your hand?" *phone rings* "Yeah?" "It’s me." "I called you half a fuckin' hour ago." "Yeah, Adriana put my keys where I couldn’t find ‘em." "Go to the drug store. Get two pairs of surgical gloves. Some bleach, come to our friend’s house. The contractor." [Tak] Yo, swing the sword for the classic year Bring the noise with your hands up, slash and tear Who can, fathom asthma, dash for air Spittin on the baby bib in the plastic chair What's up stupid? Shoot this, 1-5-1 In the shot glass, hot flash - bangin on the drum, huh We cause hav-oc down in Las Vegas Paper trails racin Pelican Brief-cases We outrageous, name the streets gave us Yeah, we got fame, but now we heat blazers [Ryu] I let 'em all fly, ten in the clip, one in the chamber Thumbs up, another banger Untuck the flamer, dumbfuck It's like gettin hit with a dump truck, brains and guts Maim, cut, aim, duck, same, stuff Get you cracked up like cocaine, heat 'em up Okay, I'll let a sucka's fly once Face down, found him in his Cap'n Crunch [Tak] Uhh, malpractice, a bang-all jam I joust rappers and track in the radar scans Flip beats with a crew like fleets and platoons Reach for the moon like Reese Witherspoon, uhh Don't stop the sure-shot, the rooftop anthem Blast the gold box, cock back the cannon What's up partner, I got ya (what, what) Hope that bah-bah, crack the piсata Slapbox, mouth of backwash Teeth mashed up on the asphalt - ya dig? [Ryu] Set the pace like a Mustang mashin Up the stakes, who wanna cut the cake, I take cash Dropped on a blood-stained mattress, stop! You ain't got access, watch I'ma change my asset, Ryu and Tak You little cunts in the game, you can suck mycock And lay flat on the ground, don't make 'em peep If you want the stains out now, get the bleach! [Interlude] [scratches] Get the bleach! [Ryu] Guess who got the rubber gloves and the bleach? Guess who rockin every club? That's me Get so hot, you feel the buzz in the streets Keepin it knockin, drop-drop that beat Guess who got the group name on top? S.O.B. got the rap game locked Who want what, when, why, and what-not Who got next up? Ryu and Tak [Tak] Yeah, here it comes, all you hear is a click Bloody brains on the sand was a Miracle Whip While the blood keeps gushin relish and pink mustard, huh I'ma slam 'til I tear it to bits 'Til the bell for the recess rang On the defense game, you feelin ill like P.F. Changs Hopscotch on the corpse 'til I drop the torch And burn crews for their views that'll rock with force Sayin, don't stop the sure-shot, the rooftop anthem Blast the gold box, cock back the cannon What's up y'all, we don't stall Come, one, come all 'til we drop the ball like [Outro] [scratches] Get the bleach! [scratches] Get, get the bleach! [scratches] Get... get the bleach! [scratches] Get, get the bleach! [scratches] Get, get, get the bleach! [scratches] Get... get the bleach! (yeah)

[Intro] Shinoda, that's right, Ryu Celph Titled, Demigodz Dipset, Juelz Santana And of course Fort Minor Let's go [Hook: Mike Shinoda, Ryu, Juelz Santana, Celph Titled] It's like oh, oh, oh F.M. D.E.M.I.G.O.D.Z's, it's like It's like oh, oh, oh D.I.P.S.E.T. S.O.B. G's, it's like [Verse 1: Ryu] I came from pumping 60K out the trunk, switchblades Ziggy stuff, nicknames, itchy braids, bitchmade Faggots, but shit's changed, my cabbage is picked man Rolling twenties up like Snoop Doggy Dogg's Crip game But I'm out for the crown Housing 'em, bucking 'em down Dousing and dunking these fucking punks In a bucket and bounce When I get up in the game, beware Put a pimp on a hope and then say your prayers Got a potion so damn potent, player Put you on the floor like a broken chair You know it's a movement, like crack for the gods and goons We back, you talk about gats but don't actually use 'em But I'm happy to do it, 'cause this is Demigodz [Verse 2: Juelz Santana] From bottom to top (I rose), chopping them rocks (in nose) Cocking the Glock (and blow), no more of that Now, I just hop in the drop (and go) To the most popular spots with hoes, and they know they go I went from pumping that white stuff To being up in them white clubs Like hey, I got dubs still pumping that white stuff Plus I fuck with the white boys, skaters and bike boys We may act different, but the struggles alike, boy Shinoda, know that if there's a problem I'm coming over, yo Quick fast in a hurry, and I be near to overdose And I mean that, just call if you need that The best of both different worlds, not often they see that [Hook: Mike, Ryu, Juelz, Celph] It's like oh, oh, oh F.M. D.E.M.I.G.O.D.Z's, it's like It's like oh, oh, oh D.I.P.S.E.T. S.O.B. G's, it's like [Verse 3: Celph Titled] We not just rappers here that you have to fear We smacking queers, murder, extortion, hustling Nothing stopping this movement I swear we getting to the top, this year Got your ears, all eyes on me Old school 80's guy, that's me, hip hop head Female rappers give me dome And that's just that hip hop head I flip off the feds, it's been said I'm out my mind to the fullest Alone in the crib, bugging Fucking with Russian roulette with six bullets Won't never free my guns But fo' sho' we letting them triggers go Sparking the weapon You's a thousand miles from me, you far from perfection And that's just room for thought I'm moving the bar, rap entrepreneur, I'm rap lord Come to the hood, I'll bring you in through that trap door It's Demigodz and it's Dipset It's Doe Rakers and it's Bird Gang That's Ryu, Celph, and Santana The best rap singers you ever heard sang [Hook: Mike Shinoda, Ryu, Juelz Santana, Celph Titled] It's like oh, oh, oh F.M. D.E.M.I.G.O.D.Z's, it's like It's like oh, oh, oh D.I.P.S.E.T. S.O.B. G's, it's like [Outro: Celph Titled] Demigodz, Celph Titled the Rubik's Cuban Ryu the Beast, Shinoda the Cobra Holder You a fool for this beat, Santana the Great This has been a Demigodz Dipset feature presentation We'll slap the beeswax right out your grill And when my situation ain't improving I'm trying to murder everything moving And when my situation ain't improving I'm trying to murder everything moving

[Green Lantern:] This is an Invasion! [Intro: Apathy & Mike Shinoda] Hey Ap', why don’t you do the uh--the intro on this shit? Yo Apathy, Fort Minor, Styles of Beyond, Demigodz Here we go [Verse 1: Apathy] Yo, rappers like heavy metal and ghettos Guns, metals and ammos I pistol whip Tony and fuck Meadow Soprano A cat who sells 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 groupie love, getting head in the crowds Put it in girls 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 because I use to carry blow Always lock her down but I never marry hoes Bury foes when the flows comes through your stereo [Verse 2: Mike Shinoda] There we go, flipping' unpredictable verses A curse to burst words like Tourette’s on purpose Flip the bird 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 cracking Packing up a backpack full of tracks on some CDs Be me, fuck that not like me To bite me you need to be you times ninety I got schemes and a team so hyped we Get on a scene make a scene on the nightly Say what I mean, whether mean or politely Living the dream in some clean white Nike's Or DC's, I'm not giving a shit Fuck the words that you heard and the lips that they hang from I stay banging to bang, bang drums and hanging you lames And the same no names gangs you came from I don’t got an excuse, just talking the truth I'm fucking awesome when I'm rocking the booth And I stay ready with hot bloc rocking abuse Y'all are really not stopping us dude, yeah Tak, get em' [Verse 3: Tak] It started off get on over and hit the galaxy Now we're moving them over they're crowing me as the Cali king Anything tossed on my fuse getting chewed up With a crew that sips a little brew way too much Hooligans, smacked in the face with aluminum bats Your fucking raps 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 I strip down the bitch clown stand in my socks Whip the mother fuckers ass like I'm Cannibal Ox You want to be stoned? beat him with a basket of rocks Get your shit flowing feeling for the casket to drop You know them S.O.B.'s never get the record to stop Breaking the habit is impossible what happened to Tak He's unleashed, he's a beast so Sledge hand me a bloc Party, whats your corpses posing for, the camera was shot, huh Styles and Machine Shop, necklace fly No wonder everyone is so petrified I said, Styles and Machine Shop, necklace fly No wonder everyone is so petrified You hear that?

Fireeeeee⚡⚡⚡⚡⚡⚡⚡

The feeling when you find out that Fort Minor actually released two albums..

This in my opinion is a way better way to implement a phonecall interlude / intro compared to Linkin Park's phone call interludes It feels a lot more natural to have the phone call be in the beginning as it's when you know shit is goin' down without it interrupting the flow of anything as this is where it began

2024.... this is still a banger! Rock the rover, bang the benz, shake the chevy! Mong the mondeo, fuck the ford, foxx the vauxhall. Teabag the tesla

Yiha

The closest we can have of Meteora Reanimated.

It took me 12 years to find this killer track. But I found it.

2:04 WHAT A BAR🔥🔥🔥

Sensacional!!!!

Sensacional!!!!!!

Perdi essa grande musica em 2012 e por aleatório assistindo planeta dos macacos a recuperarei em 2024, só e uma pena que não sou mais a pessoa de 2012.

This is criminally slept on

Who produced this? I have always been fascinated by this beat & this song is so underrated can't even find a FLP for it to study it

This is one of the best hip-hop songs of all time.😎

WTF WHERE THE FK HAS THIS BEEN!.!?!?!?!

crazy

i have this shit on my ipod nano

This track goes way harder than it has any need to.

Omg been looking for this song, I know ive listen to this beat but it's not in the album

I promoted them in nyc met mike shinoda at the Best Buy theater during my time at wb records

Is it racist to think that Fort Minor is the white version of D12? Don't know how to explain that thought.

Im a huge fan of this album ! thx, im crying happy tears

Grail Track Right here. Real Ones Know bout this. ✌🏽✌🏽✌🏽

Its my fathers, mothers birthday so i have to remind yall its always Respect 4 Grandma.

Mike is AWESOME!!!! Mike btw i dmed you on tiktok

Fort Minor was amazing. Mike is a legend

Alternative hip hop, rap rock

LEGENDARY COLLAB RIGHT HERE, LADIES AND GENTLEMAN. INSTRUMENTAL IS MFCKIN INSANE, GHOSTFACE, LUPE AND MIKE ARE ON POINT

i bought this when it was a SUPER RARE collectible on CD. back in 2007-2008. i paid $100 for it online cuz nobody could find it. fast forward time and now i can listen it to whenever and wherever, anytime. the cool guy credit i got from playing this album all the time got me laid 100% guarantee. not even trolling lmao.

Of course I know Mike Shinoda!!! He's My Best Friend.

😎

The rhythms tho 🤑

Plz mike come back with another tune like this min we need more like this much respect for ripping that shit loon

Killer😊

[Refrain: Lupe Fiasco & Mike Shinoda] Uh, spray paint and ink pens I use to write in every color I think in To paint a picture with every rhyme that I speak in Yeah, the gallery is the beat then I... I... I... I Yeah, ladies and gentlemen, we have a special guest for you this evening Ghost, you ready? [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Yo, I verbally paint pictures, I'm the hood's best storyteller This about a young boy dealin' with the older fellas Promised him the lives he seen on TV He ran packs across town like rhyme CDs And big chains, new clothes, Nikes and Reeboks Stackin' too much loot to squeeze in a shoe box Saving, he promised his Mom a crib in Atlanta And his pops got killed through debt, he was a dealer So he staged jazz, fox jump off the suit cases No more cross-town, now he's crossin' them states and Seeing new faces, not knowing who to trust So when the door kicked open they screamed, "This is a bust" "Is it a set up?" it seemed funny, a scuffle broke out He got hit, dropped the cases spittin' blood out of his mouth He walked four blocks to die, trying to survive And now all that's left is his mom screamin', "God why?" [Refrain: Lupe Fiasco & Mike Shinoda] Uh, spray paint and ink pens I use to write in every color I think in To paint a picture with every rhyme that I speak in Yeah, the gallery is the beat then I... I... I... I Yeah, yeah [Verse 2: Mike Shinoda] Let me begin by sayin'... Shut the fuck up! Let my begin by sayin' I don't think this man knew what he had in store He opened the door and found the bag under the floor Not a peep while he's workin' the lock Get the flame, aim, pop open the box and take off Out the back of the pawn shop Scoping the lot, hoping the cops hadn't seen the plates on his car He felt like he been hustling so hard Like a demon he pumped a cold heart Play it cool like Humphrey Bogart Put the rings on his chain attached by both parts He did the drop, one ring in a bag Envelope, all the money he had Left the money and the ring in a slow exhale Two weeks went by, got a box in the mail In the box was a bullet made of gold Melted down from the ring, recast with two rings and a band And he stared at it, sitting in the palm of his hand And sat down next to a picture that sat on the nightstand It was his wife in the picture on his side With the ring on the finger on the week that she died As he looked in the reflection at those eyes so red He put the bullet in a gun and put it right in his head Like that You might also like Petrified (Doors Remix) Fort Minor Bleach (Jimi Remix) Styles of Beyond Remember the Name Fort Minor [Refrain: Lupe Fiasco & Mike Shinoda] Uh, spray paint and ink pens I use to write in every color I think in To paint a picture with every rhyme that I speak in Yeah, the gallery is the beat then I... I... I... I Yeah Yeh Fiasco! [Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco] He knew that he didn't have enough power in his thrusters To muster warp 5 Plus if he pushed it the fuel cells could rupture Then they would die Then the galaxy would suffer but he knew he had to try But he couldn't risk it Put the cure in the escape pod and kissed it And told her goodbye She started to cry But he knew if he could distract 'em, he could buy her some time And she could make it out alive Turn the suit around and got prepared for the stand off Space mine had blew one of the hands off Damaged laser cannons and he got the system jammed And he faced the whole fleet, blood seeping through his teeth The final saga in the Seven Planet Wars Unsheethed the sword and then he charged forward His eyes flashed behind the cracked cockpit glass He let out a laugh and then all she heard was a blast like... [Refrain + Outro: Lupe Fiasco & Mike Shinoda] Uh, spray paint and ink pens I use to write in every color I think in To paint a picture with every rhyme that I speak in Yeah, the gallery is the beat then I... I... I... I Yeah. Ladies and gentlemen, this has been a Fort Minor production Ghostface! Fiasco! Uh, spraypaint and ink pens

God we need this mixtape on streaming ASAP

sad that this song only has 16 comments. such a powerful track, makes you feel like you’re one of these people they rap about. creates an atmosphere that makes you feel like you’re roaming around new york city at night, trying to survive.

Oh fuck! I came...

BANGER!

Damn 🔥🔥 goes f*cking hard

Instru ??

"Let me begin by saying... *SHUT THE FUCK UP* "

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