Bloc Party Lyrics By Apathy feat. Mike Shinoda & Tak | Video Song

Artist/Band Name: Apathy feat. Mike Shinoda & Tak

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Lyrics To Bloc Party

Hey Ap, why don’t you do the uh…the intro on this shit?
Yo Apathy, Fort Minor, Styles Of Beyond, Demigodz
Here we go
Yo, rappers like heavy metal and ghettos
Guns, metals and ammos
I pistol whip Tony and fuck Meadow Soprano A cat who sells them bugs but tell them thugs They don’t know to carry more heat than welding
I walk amongst the gods, keep my head in the
Oh we show groupie love, getting head in the
Put it in girls mouth blast off like NASA
The master of nastiness transform a classy bitch
A little sheen freak sadomasochist
Dastardly bastard of rap so disastrous
Spitting, healed a cripple like Christ the
And fights my savageness, turns punks,
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 hoes
Bury foes when the flows comes through your
There we go flipping up a predictable verse It’s a curse to burst words like Turrets on purpose Put the verb like a backhand reject perverse as it is I can’t stop and its making me nervous, ok? Get me on a track and I’m cracking Packing up a backpack full of tracks on some CDs Be me, fuck that not like me
To bite me you need to be you times ninety
I got schemes and a team so hyped 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 to bang, bang drums and hanging you lames And the same no names gangs you came from I don’t 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’
It started off get on over and hit the galaxy
Now we’re moving them over they’re crowing me
as the Cali king Anything tossed on my fuse getting chewed up With a quota six and little good weight, too much Going to get smacked in the face with aluminum bats Your fucking raps as 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 the bitch clown stand in my socks Whip the mother fuckers ass like I’m Cannibal
Ox You want to be stoned? beat him 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 You hear that?

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