MELHORES MÚSICAS / MAIS TOCADAS
fort minor - where d you go
Where'd you go?
I miss you so,
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone.
She said "some days i feel like shit,
Some days i wanna quit, and just be normal for a bit,"
I don't understand why you have to always be gone,
I get along but the trips always feel so long,
And, i find myself trying to stay by the phone,
'cause your voice always helps me to not feel so alone,
But i feel like an idiot, workin' my day around the call,
But when i pick up i don't have much to say,
So, i want you to know it's a little fucked up,
That i'm stuck here waitin', at times debatin',
Tellin' you that i've had it with you and your career,
Me and the rest of the family here singing "where'd you go?"
Where'd you go?
I miss you so,
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone.
Where'd you go?
I miss you so,
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone,
Please come back home...
You know the place where you used to live,
Used to barbecue up burgers and ribs,
Used to have a little party every halloween with candy by the pile,
But now, you only stop by every once and a while,
Shit, i find myself just fillin' my time,
With anything to keep the thought of you from my mind,
I'm doin' fine, i plan to keep it that way,
You can call me if you find that you have something to say,
And i'll tell you, i want you to know it's a little fucked up,
That i'm stuck here waitin', at times debatin',
Tellin' you that i've had it with you and your career,
Me and the rest of the family here singing "where'd you go?"
Where'd you go?
I miss you so,
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone.
Where'd you go?
I miss you so,
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone,
Please come back home...
I want you to know it's a little fucked up,
That i'm stuck here waitin', no longer debatin',
Tired of sittin' and hatin' and makin' these excuses,
For why you're not around, and feeling so useless,
It seems one thing has been true all along,
You don't really know what you've got 'til it's gone,
I guess i've had it with you and your career,
When you come back i won't be here and you can sing it...
Where'd you go?
I miss you so,
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone.
Where'd you go?
I miss you so,
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone,
Please come back home...
Please come back home...
Please come back home...
Please come back home...
Please come back home...
fort minor - remember the name
Are you ready?... let's go!... yeah...
For those of you who want to know what were all about... it's like this yall come on!
Its ten percent luck,
Twenty percent skill,
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will,
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain,
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name]
He doesn?t need his name up in lights,
He just wants to be heard?whether it?s the beat or the mic,
He feels so unlike everybody else, alone
In spite of the fact that some people still think that they know him
But fuck'em--he knows the code
Its not about the salary its all about reality
And making some noise
Making a story, making sure your clique stays up
That means when he puts it down
Tak is picking it up
Who the hell is he anyway?
He never really talks much
Never concerned with status
But still leavin em starstruck
Humble through oppurtunities givin in spite of the fact
That maybe we missjudgement him.... because he makes a living from writing raps
Put it together himself
Got it picture perfect
Never askin for someones help, or to get some respect
His only focus is what he wrote
Even if its beyond reach
And now it'll unfold
To sit up and on seats...
This is twenty percent skill
Eighty percent fear
Be hundred percent clear
Cuz ryu is ill
Who woulda thought hed be the one to set the west in flames
And i heard him wreckin' with the crystal method, name of the game
Came back dropped megadef, took em to church
I like bleach man
Ryu had the stupidest first
This dude is the truth
Now everybodys givin him guest spots
The stock through the roof
I heard hes fuckin' with s-dot!
This is ten percent luck,
Twenty percent skill,
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will,
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain,
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name
Ryu!
They call him ryu the sick
And hes spitting fire and light
Got him out the dryer hes hot
Got him in fort minor with tak
Who the fuck, anile this porcipine
Hes a prick hes a god
The type women wanna be with but rappers hope he gets shot
8 years in the makin
Patiently waitin to blow
Now the record with shinoda's takin over the globe
Hes got a partner in crime
His shit is equally dope
You wont believe the shit that come outa of this kids throat
Tak!
Hes out there every day on the block
He knows how to work with what hes got makin his way to the top
He got vegas in common
People be gassin him
Askin him was it
You may not know, we're rockin the booth
He'll get you boys out quicker than a shot of vodka with juice
Him and his crew are thrown around, hes one of the best
Dedicated to what they do, and give a hundred percent
Forget mike! -- nobody really knows how or why,
He works so hard, seems like he?s never got time,
Because he writes every note,
And he writes every line,
And i?ve seen it at work when that light goes on in his mind,
It?s like a design its written in his head every time,
Before he even touches a key or speaks in a rhyme,
Those mother fuckers he runs with the kids that he signs
Ridiculous, without even trying, how do they do it?...
{ ten percent luck,
Twenty percent skill,
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will,
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain,
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name} 2x
Fort minor, m. shinoda, styles of beyond... ryu, takbir, cheapshot!
fort minor - believe me
I guess
That this is where we've come to
If you don't want to
Then you don't have to believe me
But I won't be there when you go down
Just so you know now
You're on your own now believe me
I don't want to be the one to blame
You like fun and games
Keep playing em
I'm just saying
Think back then
We was like one and the same
On the right track
But I was on the wrong train
Just like that
Now you've got a face to pain
And the devil's got a fresh new place to play
In your brain like a maze you can never escape the rain
Every damn day is the same shade of grey
Hey
I used have a little bit of a plan
Used to
Have a concept of where I stand
But that concept slipped right out of my hands
Now I don't really even know who I am
Yo, what do I have to say
Maybe I should do what I have to do to break free
What ever happens to you, we'll see
But it's not gonna happen with me
[chorus]
I guess
That this is where we've come to
If you don't want to
Then you don't have to believe me
But I won't be there when you go down
Just so you know now
You're on your own now believe me
Back then, I thought you were just like me
Somebody who could see all the pain I see
But you proved to me unintentionally
That you would self-destruct eventually
Now I'm thinking like the mistake I made doesn't hurt
But it's not gonna work
Cause it's really much worse than I thought
I wished you were something that you were not
And now this guilt is really all that I got
You turned your back
And walked away in shame
All you got is a memory of pain
Nothing makes sense so you stare at the ground
I hear your voice in my head when no one else is around
What do I have to say
Maybe I should do what I have to do to break free
What ever happens to you, we'll see
But it's not gonna happen with me
[chorus]
I guess
That this is where we've come to
If you don't want to
Then you don't have to believe me
But I won't be there when you go down
Just so you know now
You're on your own now believe me
[bridge]
[chorus]
I guess
That this is where we've come to
If you don't want to
Then you don't have to believe me
But I won't be there when you go down
Just so you know now
You're on your own now believe me
Do what i have to do
You're on your own now believe me
What ever happens to you
You're on your own now believe me
What do I have to say
You're on your own now believe me
It's not gonna happen with me
You're on your own now believe me
fort minor - believe me
I guess
That this is where we've come to
If you don't want to
Then you don't have to believe me
But I won't be there when you go down
Just so you know now
You're on your own now believe me
I don't want to be the one to blame
You like fun and games
Keep playing em
I'm just saying
Think back then
We was like one and the same
On the right track
But I was on the wrong train
Just like that
Now you've got a face to pain
And the devil's got a fresh new place to play
In your brain like a maze you can never escape the rain
Every damn day is the same shade of grey
Hey
I used have a little bit of a plan
Used to
Have a concept of where I stand
But that concept slipped right out of my hands
Now I don't really even know who I am
Yo, what do I have to say
Maybe I should do what I have to do to break free
What ever happens to you, we'll see
But it's not gonna happen with me
[chorus]
I guess
That this is where we've come to
If you don't want to
Then you don't have to believe me
But I won't be there when you go down
Just so you know now
You're on your own now believe me
Back then, I thought you were just like me
Somebody who could see all the pain I see
But you proved to me unintentionally
That you would self-destruct eventually
Now I'm thinking like the mistake I made doesn't hurt
But it's not gonna work
Cause it's really much worse than I thought
I wished you were something that you were not
And now this guilt is really all that I got
You turned your back
And walked away in shame
All you got is a memory of pain
Nothing makes sense so you stare at the ground
I hear your voice in my head when no one else is around
What do I have to say
Maybe I should do what I have to do to break free
What ever happens to you, we'll see
But it's not gonna happen with me
[chorus]
I guess
That this is where we've come to
If you don't want to
Then you don't have to believe me
But I won't be there when you go down
Just so you know now
You're on your own now believe me
[bridge]
[chorus]
I guess
That this is where we've come to
If you don't want to
Then you don't have to believe me
But I won't be there when you go down
Just so you know now
You're on your own now believe me
Do what i have to do
You're on your own now believe me
What ever happens to you
You're on your own now believe me
What do I have to say
You're on your own now believe me
It's not gonna happen with me
You're on your own now believe me
fort minor - 100 degrees
Yo
You ready to do this
Ok
Hahaha
Come on
Let's go
This is an invasion
The Evil Genius, Green Lantern
Mike Shinoda
Ladies & Gentlemen, I would like to welcome you to a Fort Minor event
The countdown has begun
The Rising Tied is almost here
But for now..
C'mon Mike
Let's get it going for the everyman, anybody
You gotta be ready
It's heavy when we get it rowdy
We won't apologise or even think of saying sorry
This is the way we rock st..
Let's get it going for the everyman, anybody
You gotta be ready
It's heavy when we get it rowdy
We won't apologise or even think of saying sorry
This is the way we rock steady over everybody
You probably shocked
Probably ready to stop this already
You probably can't hang with the weight we attack it so steady
We let it rock the road
Bang the bend
Shake the chevy
Tiil everybody feels it in their chest
Stay with it
This is the time so just follow me
It's already heated to 100 degrees
so Get up (Get up)
Get up (Get up)
Get up (Get up)
Get up (Get up)
Wait a second
You know the program
This is not slow jam
This is not a love song
Unless you love tearing shit down
Take a look around, you're not running this
You're bluffing, you're nothing
We'll hit you like a ton of bricks
Pitch it together with pressure you could never stand
The softest leather just a featherweight we'll never man
We're not your competitors setting you it straight
You'll never compete
Forget it, it's already too late
Go!
This is the time so just follow me
It's already heated to 100 degrees
so Get up (Get up)
Get up (Get up)
Get up (Get up)
Get up (Get up)
If I don't see I'ma make you see this
If you don't know I'ma make you believe it.
Get up (Get up)
Get up (Get up)
Get up (Get up)
Get up (Get up)
Ssh
Gimme a second, I'm collecting my thoughts and setting plots
Alright ya'll ready or not
I've listened and watched and waited for an opening spot
And now that i got it nobody can pay me to stop
I'm sick of that same thing I've been forced to hear
Over and over again
Let me make this clear
If anybody pretends that we're nothing to fear
I solemnly swear it's over
You can tell 'em we're here
This is the time so just follow me
It's already heated to 100 degrees
so Get up (Get up)
Get up (Get up)
Get up (Get up)
Get up (Get up)
If I don't see I'ma make you see this
If you don't know I'ma make you believe it.
Get up (Get up)
Get up (Get up)
Get up (Get up)
Get up (Get up)
Everybody owes, everybody pays because...
fort minor - high road (feat john legend)
These people are running off at the mouth
Tryin to convince me that I'm running on empty
Tryin to convince themselves that the record with Jay was a fluke
That the record that I'm makin is a mistake
and I cant take this
Lemme tell you where I'm at with this
You bastards are gonna have to take back that shit
I'm not plastic and fake
When I make tracks I take facts and lay them out for the masses
You assholes are gonna see soon that I'm not playin
Start askin me the names that I'm not sayin
But I'm tryin to be bigger than the bickerin
bigger than the petty name callin
under the breath talkin
rumors and labels and categorization
I'm like a struggling doctor, No patients
But you can say what you want about me
keep talkin while I'm walkin away
You can say what you have to say
cuz my mind's made up anyway
I'm taking the high road going above you
this is the last time that I'm gonna trust you
You can say what you have to say
cuz my mind's made up anyway
all that bullshit you talk might work a lot
but it's not gonna work today
You people are running off at the mouth
Tryin to make me take myself off safety
Tryin to make my friends turn their backs on the team we built
buildin up some mistaken information
and I cant take this
lemme spell it out plain for you
angry groups complain about the things we do
im not changing direction, I'm stepping my game up
Maintainin my name, the same way I came up
You're gonna see that I'm not playin
start asking the names that I'm not sayin
but im tryin not to mention the names of people who wanna siphon attention
You like the hype but pretendin you're part of the picture wont pass
You're like a high school dropout, no class
You can say what you want about me
keep talkin while i'm walkin away bitch
You can say what you have to say
cuz my mind's made up anyway
I'm taking the high road going above you
this is the last time that I'm gonna trust you
You can say what you have to say
cuz my mind's made up anyway
all that bullshit you talk might work a lot
but it's not gonna work today
Why does it always have to be
Somebody's always watching me
All I really need is some room to breathe
Is anybody out there listening?
Cuz I cant stand to keep this in
All I really want, I'll say it again
You can say what you have to say
cuz my mind's made up anyway
I'm taking the high road going above you
this is the last time that I'm gonna trust you
You can say what you have to say
cuz my mind's made up anyway
all that bullshit you talk might work a lot
but it's not gonna work today
fort minor - be somebody
Be Somebody (tradução)
Seja Alguém
Vamos seja alguém
Vamos seja alguém ----x2
Essa é uma história deles contra nós
Forçando seus pés nos sapatos de outra pessoa
Todos tem algo pra dizer
Que nós deveríamos viver de outro jeito e o que estamos fazendo não está certo
Nesse mundo todo mundo tem um chip
Nos dois lados da garganta e não conseguem respeito
Espere um segundo
Você sempre achou que era muita pressão pra agüentar
Muito peso
Senhoras e senhores
Se alguém puder me ouvir agora por favor dê um grito
Não somos os únicos se sentindo preso num sonho de outra pessoa
De fato, eles estão com a cabeça cheia do [overblown scheme]
Oportunidade que eles perderam quando tínhamos dezesseis
E tudo que eles querem e forçar você para ser aquilo
E tudo que você quer fazer é responder
Vamos seja alguém
Para alguém me dizendo que eu não posso
Vamos seja alguém
Para alguém que me disse que eu não tinha chances
Vamos seja alguém
Eutou te mostrando que o tempo chegou assim
Vamos seja alguém
E talvez você consiga entender isso quando eu finalmente terminar
Nós não dormimos para sonhar, dormimos para construir a ressistência
E a energia para fazer nossas coisas, pegue sua câmera
Porque este passeio está a ponto de começar
Sente agora e aperte o sinto
Deixe-me te dizer outra vez
Nesse mundo todo mundo tem um chip
Nos dois lados da garganta e não conseguem respeito
Dspere um segundo
Quando eu era jovem diziam que as chances de fazer isso estavam acabado
Senhoras, fodam-se vocês
Eu estou cansado deles dizerem que o sonho que você tem não existe
Chamavam você de imprestável e diziam que devia parar
Basicamente falando que você nunca será grande coisa
Por que eles nunca vão ter a oportunidade
Que perderam quando tinham dezesseis
E tudo que eles querem e forçar você para ser aquilo
E tudo que você quer fazer é responder
Deus pensou que você é louco resmungando sozinho no porão o dia todo
Aaa em você mesmo
Meus pais não se preocupam com meus problemas
Meus amigos se preocupam por que eles sentem
Minha empresa me pegou quando eu estava fazendo as coisas em segredo
Boas rimas de loucura que eu não falaria pra mim mesmo
Então eles foram para o mental rolodex, olha eu estou quase um coração com
Meu cérebro no peito
E eu os busquei na escola de onde vinham os assuntos
Livros no banco e meu laptop na mesa
Meu professor é como mr. jacko sim com todo esse conhecimento você não tentaria ir para a faculdade
Seja um advogado ou doutor ganhe um monte de dólares
Melhor rebaixar-se com mulheres e glorificar a violência
Bem aquilo funciona pra você mas pode não funcionar pra mim
Agora lição de casa eu tenho trabalha pra fazer
fort minor - all night
I'm breaking brain cells off at the stem
Your status is stupidier
Ap is a nuclear blast, tar blacker than Lucifer
I consider writing a list of all the shit I would do to you
Head so big I rest my fitting cap on Jupiter
You aint buiolt like this you a soft carbon copy
A carebear compared to a autobot body!
The raps like crack I supply to the blacks
Drop pipes, car mics, say goodbye to your rocks!
Im a mutha fucker star, the staus of John Lennon
You are Orindary People singing to John Legend
Write a track this and that, better X that out
I don't play that, like rap in a redneck's house
I can have your brain cells spinning quicker than Speedwell's
Your female, email and me on your details
I don't dig up dirt, I shake the earth!
And I never say names I wouldn't waste the verse
All for the top Im hot and when they dare me to write
Prepare to carry your mic to a burial site
Im a pioneer fucking up stereotypes
I snatched chains as a kid made you carry your bikes
I got an addiction to spitting shit, its heroin like
Storytellers speak of telling me American plight
Money blows, funny though, it seems embarrassing right?
Rock shows blow the doors on a pair of Air Nikes
All NIGHT!
Yeah yo you know the rules I cruise with a tough band
You in the fucking closet with brooms and a dustpan
Like clean sweep your fleet body softning and gelling
And now you want a mic, yeah right!
My life and your skeleton dummy
Im in the place you can tell when its bloody
I freaking paid for your face straight
A million of money?
Im ready and willing to watch response seven to flesh?
Lets see if I don't kill him in five seconds or less
I keep coming back like rashes on an infant
You don't want a chance to clash with the maginifcent seven
Of us its heaven but never enough
So I tighten the vice quick so his head will get crushed
Im out of sight now deep in this music
Leaving them upside down feed them for new shit
Ribkat's is the wrong pal to creep in the booth with
Blow a hole in your back just to eat him for soup dish
You bitch!
Yo the Demigodz stand for killers!
More specifically we deadly entertainers, maniac ignorant godzillas and we
Never took the route them other crooks took
Because we kept recipes for human flesh in my mother's cook book!
Your souffled in more ways then ten!
Celph Titled's flow is choking the wind, my favorite past time is soaking in sin!
The most accurate sharp shooter with no scope
Shoot with my left and watch you all die from second hand smoke
Im repping my fans so! You better act cool
My soul will make a Ouiji board jump up and slap you dummy
You not thinking smart!
I bust so many blamers and blinkers that I should start a rock band called Blinking Spark!
Sinking sharks with no harpoons, my arsenal is a sawblade carved in two sliding your coffin through
Apathy is insane and Im the same as my brother
Im like a circus show sniper, I aim for the juggler
Catch a case and before the Judge could slam down the gavel
The whole room ducking and hide from grenade shrapnel
These rap verses I be breezing though
Because IM like a celibant, under oath, un fucking believable!
DemiGodz, Fort Minor
You've heard of us
Styles of Beyond
You've heard of us, the murderous!
fort minor - there they go
Fort Minor - There They Go
Fort Minor
"There They Go"
[Mike:]
One time for my Machine Shop crew and then its
Two times S.O.B and LP too and then it's
Three times It's Mike and Six on the track and then
Four Times when we come in through the back they're
sayin
[Chorus:]
Oh no close the door
Shut the lights and start the show
Better let everybody know
Get on the mic and there they go
[Mike:]
Armed and dangerous bitch
Ya'll cant really hang with us in this
Everyone's so afraid of us/ shit
Makes me wanna hang it up and quit
Forget aboit all the things you heard before
'Bout time that we're kicking down your door
Everybody's gonna hit the fucking floor
Like " please Mike dont hurt me anymore"
I dont gotta have a secret lie or an alibi
everybody knows why I'm here
I'd just as soon crazk a bottle
As crack you over the head with a bottle a bear
So just listen up there powder puff
Better believe that I'm not playing
You can love it you can hate
But dont mistake it everboy's saying
[Chorus]
What you really wanna do is this
Just make believe that i don't exist
But you wont cause everytime you go to spit
I talk right over you just like this
It's annoying just for you
You can scream all day 'til your face is blue
Im gettin in your head and you know it too
And thats just me you dont know my crew
My man Sixx John understand though
The way that he flows you can call him Rambo
Never miss a shot never run out of ammo
Coming with heat like a goddamn commando
And in S.O.B
Ryu, Tak, Vin Skully, Cheapshot
Now you see
Fuck with me?, nah, Sixx
[Sixx John:]
Uh oh whatere you yell when you see that door close
Imma bail through the back (fo sho)
Straight to the bar so i can act (a fool)
I figure you guys would get a little surprised
Youy eyes wide when its me and Mike Shinod
Im just plain old Sixx John from the Nam- District
This is not supposed
I still talk with awkaward speech
Im like a dog that's off his leash
Step out with a Fort Minor patch on a black tee
Niggas scared to walk these streets
I aint trippin homie talk is cheap
Accapella or we can bark on a beat
And if that aint enough action i got
Seventeen pages in the little magazine i keep
[Mike:]
We got this place rockin' beat knockin non stopping
If ya'll are with it let me hear it now (yeah) yo
One time
for my Machine shop crew and then its
Two times
S.O.B and LP too and then its
Three times
Its Mike and Sixx on the track and
Four times
we do it like that
fort minor - get me gone
The dude, he said that, like, when we were making the first Linkin Park record
He was like,
"Yeah you know, I don't know about the rapping like, I don't know... maybe you should just be a rock band."
You know what I mean, like, trying to change us
like they signed us as an act like what we sound like and then he's like
"Oh I don't know maybe you should just play keyboard"
Before the first song that you heard me on
There were people already tryin' to get me gone
Tellin' me to quit rapping
"Just play the keys"
That my band had a singer
They didn't need me
But my band had my back
So we did the tracks
Put out the album and the talk went flat
It was funny at first but then the humour faded
When some magazines printed that our label made us
We were to be good to be true
Some were saying ghost writers were writin' all that we do
So we had to disprove it
We spelled it out to the detail how we do it when we're making this music
After that I made it a rule
I only do e-mail responses to print interviews
Because these people love to put a twist to your words
To infer that you said something fucking absurd
Oh, did I lose you at infer?
Not used to hearing a verse that uses over first grade vocabulary words?
People used to infer that we were manufactured
Now I've got the interviews on file
Which people said what
Which number to dial
So now every enemy screaming insanity
All they're ever gonna be's another big fan of me
Bitch
fort minor - right now
Someone right now is leaving their apartment looking down at the street wondering where there car went
Someone in the car sitting at a signal in front of a restaraunt staring through the window at someone
right now with their finger in their teeth who could use a little floss
Right across the street theres somebody on the curb who really needs a jacket spent half a grand at a
bar getting plastered now hes gotta walk fourteen blocks to work at a shop where hes about to get fired.
Someone right now is looking pretty tired staring at a laptop trying to get inspired Somebody living
right across the street shes wrote the best things shes written all week but her best friends coughing up
blood in the sink cant even think what happened feeling so confused and he knows it looks bad but there
nothing he can do I wonder what its like to be right there in his shoes
[Chorus]
But no im just taking it in out the window of a hotel bedroom again tomorrow ill be gone I dont know
when ill be back and this world everything can change just like that, that, just like that, just like that
that, just like that, just like that
Yo somebody right now is dropping his vote inside a box and trying not to get shot in his throat
For the act of freedom right now somebody is stuck in Iraq hoping that he gets shipped back breathing in
a war that hes not really sure of the reasons so we show our support when the press mislead them though we
more then remain proud and salute the troops get some I know you boys got some work to do
Meanwhile right now someones 25 to life and is stading on the corner with their thumb up hitchiking
stratching off a lotto ticket hoping for a real winner sneaking through the water just to work and to eat
a real dinner
Right now someone wishes they were you were not instead of second guessing freedom thoughts of quiet suicide
But right now im staring at the window at a frame with holes in his arm and holes in his jeans he pulled
out his siger and sparked the light and walked right around the corner just outta my sight
But yo im just taking it in from the second story hotel window again, the TV's on, and my bags are
packed, but in this world everything can change just like that, like that, like that, like that,
[Repeat]
Ya right now somebody sitting in the darkness trying to figure out how to put some heat in their
apartment but they got a little matress and a little carpet and they appreciate it cause some people own
apartments
You seem them when you rushing to get to the office wife robbed blind when she coming from the market
right now somebody coming out from the pocket trying to dump that rock they run around the block with at
the same time the cops is raising the block with aint for your legs and back with some hot shit
Right now somebody struggling to stop this man whos kick and punching and cussing at the doctors
Down the hall the child taking his first breath the doctors aint even passed him to the nurse yet yo I
wonder if he understands what its worth yet like the time spent while we here on the earth yet the answer
to the question that we all seek to be found at the general how all free your fate
Right now its somebody who aint eat all week that would kill for the shit that you throw away in the
street I guess ones mans trash is the next mans treasure one mans pain is the next mans pleasure one say
infinity the next say forever right now erbody got to get it together man
Im just taking it in another strange hotel lobby again put my luggage on my back i dont know where im at
im in world where we all change just like that, like that, like that, just like that, like that, just like that
Just like that, Just like that
[repeat]
fort minor - kenji
My father came from Japan in 1905
He was 15 when he immigrated from Japan
He, he... he worked until he was able to buy this patch
And build a store
Let me tell you the story in the form of a dream,
I don't know why I have to tell it but I know what it means,
Close your eyes, just picture the scene,
As I paint it for you, it was World War II,
When this man named Kenji woke up,
Ken was not a soldier,
He was just a man with a family who owned a store in LA,
That day, he crawled out of bed like he always did,
Bacon and eggs with wife and kids,
He lived on the second floor of a little store he ran,
He moved to LA from Japan,
They called him 'Immigrant,'
In Japanese, he'd say he was called "Issei,"
That meant 'First Generation In The United States,'
When everyone was afraid of the Germans, afraid of the Japs,
But most of all afraid of a homeland attack,
And that morning when Ken went out on the doormat,
His world went black 'cause,
Right there; front page news,
Three weeks before 1942,
"Pearl Harbour's Been Bombed And The Japs Are Comin',"
Pictures of soldiers dyin' and runnin',
Ken knew what it would lead to,
Just like he guessed, the President said,
"The evil Japanese in our home country will be locked away,"
They gave Ken, a couple of days,
To get his whole life packed in two bags,
Just two bags, couldn't even pack his clothes,
Some folks didn't even have a suitcase, to pack anything in,
So two trash bags was all they gave them,
When the kids asked mum "Where are we goin'?"
Nobody even knew what to say to them,
Ken didn't wanna lie, he said "The US is lookin' for spies,
So we have to live in a place called Mandinar,
Where a lot of Japanese people are,"
Stop it don't look at the gunmen,
You don't wanna get the soldiers wonderin',
If you gonna run or not,
'Cause if you run then you might get shot,
Other than that try not to think about it,
Try not to worry 'bout it; bein' so crowded,
Someday we'll get out, someday, someday.
As soon as war broke out
The G.I came and they just come to the house and
"You have to come"
"All the Japanese have to go"
They took Mr. Lee
People didn't understand
Why did they have to take him?
Because he's an innocent (neighbour/labourer?)
So now they're in a town with soldiers surroundin' them,
Every day, every night look down at them,
From watch towers up on the wall,
Ken couldn't really hate them at all;
They were just doin' their job and,
He wasn't gonna make any problems,
He had a little garden with vegetables and fruits that,
He gave to the troops in a basket his wife made,
But in the back of his mind, he wanted his families life saved,
Prisoners of war in their own damn country,
What for?
Time passed in the prison town,
He wanted them to live it down when they were free,
The only way out was joinin' the army,
And supposedly, some men went out for the army, signed on,
And ended up flyin' to Japan with a bomb,
That 15 kilotonne blast, put an end to the war pretty fast,
Two cities were blown to bits; the end of the war came quick,
Ken got out, big hopes of a normal life, with his kids and his wife,
But, when they got back to their home,
What they saw made them feel so alone,
These people had trashed every room,
Smashed in the windows and bashed in the doors,
Written on the walls and the floor,
"Japs not welcome anymore."
And Kenji dropped both of his bags at his sides and just stood outside,
He, looked at his wife without words to say,
She looked back at him wiped the tears away,
And, said "Someday we'll be okay, someday,"
Now the names have been changed, but the story's true,
My family was locked up back in '42,
My family was there it was dark and damp,
And they called it an internment camp
When we first got back from camp... uhh
It was... pretty... pretty bad
I, I remember my husband said
"Are we gonna stay 'til last?"
Then my husband died before they close the camp.
fort minor - remember the name
Are you ready?... let's go!... yeah...
For those of you who want to know what were all about... it's like this yall come on!
Its ten percent luck,
Twenty percent skill,
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will,
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain,
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name]
He doesn?t need his name up in lights,
He just wants to be heard?whether it?s the beat or the mic,
He feels so unlike everybody else, alone
In spite of the fact that some people still think that they know him
But fuck'em--he knows the code
Its not about the salary its all about reality
And making some noise
Making a story, making sure your clique stays up
That means when he puts it down
Tak is picking it up
Who the hell is he anyway?
He never really talks much
Never concerned with status
But still leavin em starstruck
Humble through oppurtunities givin in spite of the fact
That maybe we missjudgement him.... because he makes a living from writing raps
Put it together himself
Got it picture perfect
Never askin for someones help, or to get some respect
His only focus is what he wrote
Even if its beyond reach
And now it'll unfold
To sit up and on seats...
This is twenty percent skill
Eighty percent fear
Be hundred percent clear
Cuz ryu is ill
Who woulda thought hed be the one to set the west in flames
And i heard him wreckin' with the crystal method, name of the game
Came back dropped megadef, took em to church
I like bleach man
Ryu had the stupidest first
This dude is the truth
Now everybodys givin him guest spots
The stock through the roof
I heard hes fuckin' with s-dot!
This is ten percent luck,
Twenty percent skill,
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will,
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain,
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name
Ryu!
They call him ryu the sick
And hes spitting fire and light
Got him out the dryer hes hot
Got him in fort minor with tak
Who the fuck, anile this porcipine
Hes a prick hes a god
The type women wanna be with but rappers hope he gets shot
8 years in the makin
Patiently waitin to blow
Now the record with shinoda's takin over the globe
Hes got a partner in crime
His shit is equally dope
You wont believe the shit that come outa of this kids throat
Tak!
Hes out there every day on the block
He knows how to work with what hes got makin his way to the top
He got vegas in common
People be gassin him
Askin him was it
You may not know, we're rockin the booth
He'll get you boys out quicker than a shot of vodka with juice
Him and his crew are thrown around, hes one of the best
Dedicated to what they do, and give a hundred percent
Forget mike! -- nobody really knows how or why,
He works so hard, seems like he?s never got time,
Because he writes every note,
And he writes every line,
And i?ve seen it at work when that light goes on in his mind,
It?s like a design its written in his head every time,
Before he even touches a key or speaks in a rhyme,
Those mother fuckers he runs with the kids that he signs
Ridiculous, without even trying, how do they do it?...
{ ten percent luck,
Twenty percent skill,
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will,
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain,
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name} 2x
Fort minor, m. shinoda, styles of beyond... ryu, takbir, cheapshot!
fort minor - cigarettes
Man I love this rap game
Mainly cuz its cool
To add a little spice to the life you've been through
Everyone exaggerates a tiny little bit
To make that shit sound more gangster than it really is
You cant appear weak man
We wanna hear street
Wanna hear you spit your thug over this here beat
Dont take it as sarcastic
I can't get enough
Im telling you
You can call my bluff
If it's not rough, then I really don't need it
I'm not even ashamed
I got too much reality thats filling up my brain
so sell me on that chronic, I'm addicted to the game
Suck it up like a cigarette, light it up
Its just like a cigarette, its something that I do
Once in awhile but between me and you
Its just like a cigarette Nobody's really fooled
I dont want the truth, I wanna feel fucking cool
Let me tell you something that I realized tonight
My hip hop radio is like marlboro lights
They're both selling stories and they sound about the same
Cigarettes say their safe, wrappers claim they really bang
We dont care if it's true when we lay the money down
We don't believe the words, we just love the way they sound
They're acting like we're idiots, They're lying to our face
Maybe we are idiots, we buy it anyway
I'm runnin out to get the next rapper's CD
Just suckin up the guns, drugs, and misogyny
The same way that I suck up all the stories
When I breathe that little bit of death supposedly cancer-free and
Everything they say's got the truth twisted up
But twisted up's what I want man, I can't get enough
Cuz even though we know it's all just a big bluff
We just light another up, what
We don't give a fuck
Its just like a cigarette, its something that I do
Once in awhile but between me and you
Its just like a cigarette Nobody's really fooled
I dont want the truth, I wanna feel fucking cool
Its just like a cigarette, its something that I do
Over and over but between me and you
Its just like a cigarette Nobody's really fooled
I dont want the truth, I wanna feel fucking cool
Listen to the words, Listen for awhile
Lip Service radio, dont touch the dial
If you're in the car
Turn up the track man
Give the whole neighborhood some second hand rap
Matter of fact
Listen to the words, Listen for awhile
Lip Service radio, dont touch the dial
If you're in the car
Turn up the track man
Give the whole neighborhood some second hand rap
Its just like a cigarette, its something that I do
Once in awhile but between me and you
Its just like a cigarette Nobody's really fooled
I dont want the truth, I wanna feel fucking cool
Its just like a cigarette, its something that I do
Over and over but between me and you
Its just like a cigarette Nobody's really fooled
I dont want the truth, I wanna feel fucking cool
fort minor - petrified
Ya'll are not not r-ready no not r-ready no
We're about to drop it steady so
Do it like that, like that
like that, like that
like that, like that
like that
Now why is everybody so petrified?
[what]
Petrified
[what]
Step aside
And just drop that...
[c'mon]
Drop that...
[c'mon]
Drop that...
[c'mon]
Drop that...
[c'mon] (2x)
Yeah
How you doing y'all?
My name's Mike
I'm fluent with the new shit
I'm doing it all night
I like what i do
I do what i like
I can quit and get it back like i'm riding a bike
Like stop...
...bring it back, bring it back.
We got that balance keeping us on track
That you get when you're moving quick with no slow
You stare like you don't care
But you do it though
I know
You really must be so lonely
Puffed up like you're tough, but so phony
You and your boys you don't know me
You really wanna hold me
Show me [homie]
Lets get it over with for good
I got a friction addiction i wish you would
Machine Shop rocking when we step inside
And we got everybody so petrified
Now why is everybody so petrified?
[what]
Petrified
[what]
Step aside
And just drop that...
[c'mon]
Drop that...
[c'mon]
Drop that...
[c'mon]
Drop that...
[c'mon]
Listen: you are not ready
Like children in the building you can't stand steady
It must be the beat's so heavy
Causing panic attacks like a crack in the levy:
Give you that Robert-Plant
Dancing-days-are-back feeling all in the track
And in fact for those knowing the name I'm back
With some brand new crack
We can do it like that
You really must be so lonely
Puffed up like you're tough, but so phony
You and your boys you don't know me
You really wanna hold me
Show me [homie]
Tough talk doesn't mean a thing
Get over yourself you know when we're up in the scene it's
Machine Shop rocking when we step inside
And we got everybody so petrified
Now why is everybody so petrified?
[what]
Petrified
[what]
Step aside
And just drop that...
[c'mon]
Drop that...
[c'mon]
Drop that...
[c'mon]
Drop that...
[c'mon] (2x)
Ya'll are not not r-ready no not r-ready no
We're about to drop it steady so
Do it like that, like that
like that, like that
like that, like that
like that
Ya'll are not not r-ready no not r-ready no
We're about to drop it steady so
Do it like that, like that
like that, like that
like that, like that
Get up!
Now why is everybody so petrified?
[what]
Petrified
[what]
Step aside
And just drop that...
[c'mon]
Drop that...
[c'mon]
Drop that...
[c'mon]
Drop that...
[c'mon] (2x)
Like stop...
...bring it back, bring it back.
We got that balance keeping us on track (4x)
Like stop...stop...stop...stop...stop...
Machine Shop!
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