Текст песни Fort Minor - All Night (feat. Apathy, Takbir, Celph Titled)

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Жанр: Hip-Hop
Исполнитель: Fort Minor
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Длительность: 03:28
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[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 aint 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 mic's, 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-mailin 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 spittin 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 Rid cat 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 that mother cook's 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 pasttime'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 solo 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' charts 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"
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