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all night - fort minor lyrics

[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 sh-t 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 motherf-ckin 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 f-ckin’ up stereotypes
i sn-tch chains as a kid, made you carry ya bikes
i got an addiction to spitting sh-t is heroin-like
story teller speak of h-ll and the american plight
money blower, funny though it seems embarr-ssin’ 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 f-ckin 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 bl–dy
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 k!ll ’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 sh-t
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 b-tch

[celph t-tled]
yo!
the demigod stands for k!lla’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 t-tled 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 bl!cka’s that i should start a rock band called
“blink & spark”
sinkin’ sharks with no harpoons, my -rs-nal
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-f-ckin-believable

(behind turntable scratchin) x2
demigods, fort minor
“ya ya heard of us”
styles of beyond
“ya ya heard of us, the murderous”

- fort minor lyrics

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