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Текст песни Fort Minor - Tools Of The Trade

[Mike]I can make a loop out of anything workI’m just surprised you guys didn’t think of this shit first... But f**k it!You can’t touch yours trulyYou can hardly follow meMuch less move me, soWhen I’m pumping the trackYou punks in the back better jump when I ask you bastards( )[Ryu]Yeah, you got it backwards and misconstruedSee I roll like the rat pack groups includedIn the backpack with the gas mask in Munich20 deep in a hatchback puffing Cubans[Mike]You wanna rap get the lab track qued let’s do thisBut not on this trackYou can’t afford it stupid![Tak]Somebody call for the doc quickHe’s still on the street topHe gotta freaking stain on my high top Reebok’sSnatched off the velcro and choked him with itMy headphones rub my neck where I coach you chickens (baaaacock!)Machineshop packs lots of tunesLike Paul Wall mixed tapes leave you chopped and screwedThe 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 IPeople call me CelphI got the key to every young bitches chastity beltYou clicking even pussyBetter yet they beaverI’m gonna leave it to ya heavyWith this nine millameta[Girlie Ryu (some would say sexy voice)]Yo I see you chillin’ in that cherry beemerHave you ever met a man with canary fever?I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout a piss colored diamond either, wordI’m eatin’ birds outta sittin’ on your fingerYou can teach 'em how to speakSay “Polly want a cracker?”Take 'em to the beachPlay volleyball afterA little snack.. champagne and pasta..We don’t gotta run fast girlI know you got asthma[Tak]Yeah, sippin’ on jack and diamondsBlowing smoke ringsChillin’ with the pack of Heina’sYour hands to the skyGet a crunk for funI’m so goddamn highI could punch the sun[British Mike]Oy... honestly I doesn’t even matter if I use this voiceIt’d still f**k up you and your boysSo piss off mateSee? I do what I wantCause your whole bloody lotsJust a bunch of cunts[Ryu]See right now Celph Titled supposed to be in the booth[Tak]But he’s stuck inside a toilet getting ready to puke[Mike]And he drank a bunch of sisco, vodka, and rum[tak]So Cheapshot’s gonna drop Celph’s verseHere it comes[Celph Titled]Find me in the sandwichGonna roll with the stutterRolling with a cutterAbuse your motherOn a road trip to Barbados with their hoesI’m a hoodrat with a WinnebagoI make doughOn the block where the bullies where raised to partierYou in Idaho grazing pastures getting busyI don’t hold acts unless for something get busyOn the ground I like the bearAnd I stay my grizzly[Ryu in the background]Stay the f**k in the bathroom homie![Mike]I can make a loop out of anything workI’m just surprised you guys didn’t think of this shit first... But f**k it!You can’t touch yours trulyYou can hardly follow meMuch less move me, soWhen I’m pumping the trackYou punks in the back better jump when I ask you bastards[Ryu]Yeah, you got it backwards and misconstruedSee I roll like the rat pack groups includedIn the backpack with the gas mask in Munich20 deep in a hatchback puffing Cubans[Mike]You wanna rap get the lab track qued let’s do thisBut not on this trackYou can’t afford it stupid![Tak]Somebody call for the doc quickHe’s still on the street topHe gotta freaking stain on my high top Reebok’sSnatched off the velcro and choked him with itMy headphones rub my neck where I coach you chickens (baaaacock!)Machineshop packs lots of tunesLike Paul Wall mixed tapes leave you chopped and screwedThe 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 IPeople call me CelphI got the key to every young bitches chastity beltYou clicking even pussyBetter yet they beaverI’m gonna leave it to ya heavyWith this nine millameta[Girlie Ryu (some would say sexy voice)]Yo I see you chillin’ in that cherry beemerHave you ever met a man with canary fever?I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout a piss colored diamond either, wordI’m eatin’ birds outta sittin’ on your fingerYou can teach 'em how to speakSay “Polly want a cracker?”Take 'em to the beachPlay volleyball afterA little snack.. champagne and pasta..We don’t gotta run fast girlI know you got asthma[Tak]Yeah, sippin’ on jack and diamondsBlowing smoke ringsChillin’ with the pack of Heina’sYour hands to the skyGet a crunk for funI’m so goddamn highI could punch the sun[British Mike]Oy... honestly I doesn’t even matter if I use this voiceIt’d still f**k up you and your boysSo piss off mateSee? I do what I wantCause your whole bloody lotsJust a bunch of cunts[Ryu]See right now Celph Titled supposed to be in the booth[Tak]But he’s stuck inside a toilet getting ready to puke[Mike]And he drank a bunch of sisco, vodka, and rum[tak]So Cheapshot’s gonna drop Celph’s verseHere it comes[Celph Titled]Find me in the sandwichGonna roll with the stutterRolling with a cutterAbuse your motherOn a road trip to Barbados with their hoesI’m a hoodrat with a WinnebagoI make doughOn the block where the bullies where raised to partierYou in Idaho grazing pastures getting busyI don’t hold acts unless for something get busyOn the ground I like the bearAnd I stay my grizzly[Ryu in the background]Stay the f**k in the bathroom homie!

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Tools Of The Trade

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