Bloc Party Lyrics - Singles - Fort Minor

[Green Lantern:] 

...vasion! 

[Mike:] 

Hey Ap, why dont you do the uhthe intro on this shit? 

Apathy: 

Yo Apathy, Fort Minor, Styles Of Beyond, Demigodz 

[Mike:] 

Here we go 

[Apathy:] 

Yo, 

Rappers like heavy metal and ghettos 

Guns, metals and ammo 

I pistol whip two of ya and fuck Meadows Soprano 

A cat who sells them bugs but tell them thugs that 

Rappers like, Rappers like 

a'ight 

Rappers like heavy metal and ghettos 

Guns, metals and ammo 

I pistol whip two of ya and fuck Meadows Soprano 

A cat who sells them bugs but tell them thugs that 

They dont know how to carry more heat than welding gloves 

I walk amongst the gods, keep my head in the clouds 

Always show groupies love, getting head in the crowds 

Put it in your girls mouth blast off like NASA 

The master of nastiness 

Transform a classy bitch into 

A little cheap freak sadomasochist 

Dastardly bastard who raps so disasterous 

Spit and heal the cripple like Christ the miraculous 

Who 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 ho's 

Bury foes when the flows comes through your stereo 

[Mike:] 

There we go flipping unpredictable verses 

Cursing the first words like torrets 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 a backpack full of tracks on some CDs 

Be me, fuck that and not likely 

To bite me you need to be you times ninety 

I got schemes and a team so hype 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 the bang bang drums and hanging you lames 

in the same no name gangs you came from 

I dont 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 

[Tak:] 

It started off lookin' over and hit the galaxy 

Now we are moving them over they are crowing me 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 rap show's 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 you bitch clown stand in my socks 

Rip the mother fuckers ass like I'm Cannibal, watch 

You want to be stoned? Beat 'em 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 

[Mike:] 

Let me hear that