Tools Of The Trade歌詞

Tools Of The Trade - Fort Minor/Celph Titled/Styles of Beyond
I can make a loop out of anything work
I'm just surprised you guys didn't think
Of this s**t first but f**k it
You can't touch yours truly
You can hardly follow me
Much less move me so
When I'm pumping the track
You punks in the back better jump when I ask you bastards
Yeah you got it backwards and misconstrued
See I roll like the rat pack groups included
In the backpack with the gas mask in Munich
20 deep in a hatchback puffing Cubans
You wanna rap get the lab track qued let's do this
But not on this track
You can't afford it stupid
Somebody call for the doc quick
He's still on the street top
He gotta freaking stain on my high top Reebok's
Snatched off the velcro and choked him with it
My headphones rub my neck where I coach you chickens baaaacock
Machineshop packs lots of tunes
Like Paul Wall mixed tapes leave you chopped and screwed
The mess too wild
The yes boys popping their Gats yaps
Yeah can you hear me now
Good get off my sac
Yo MC am I
People call me Celph
I got the key to every young b***hes chastity belt
You clicking even p***y
Better yet they beaver
I'm gonna leave it to ya heavy
With this nine millameta
Yo I see you chillin' in that cherry beemer
Have you ever met a man with canary fever
I ain't talkin' 'bout a piss colored diamond either word
I'm eatin' birds outta sittin' on your finger
You can teach 'em how to speak
Say Polly want a cracker
Take 'em to the beach
Play volleyball after
A little snack champagne and pasta
We don't gotta run fast girl
I know you got asthma
Yeah sippin' on jack and diamonds
Blowing smoke rings
Chillin' with the pack of Heina's
Your hands to the sky
Get a crunk for fun
I'm so godd**n high
I could punch the sun
Oy honestly I doesn't even matter if I use this voice
It'd still f**k up you and your boys
So piss off mate
See I do what I want
'Cause your whole bloody lots
Just a bunch of cunts
See right now Celph Titled supposed to be in the booth
But he's stuck inside a toilet getting ready to puke
And he drank a bunch of sisco vodka and rum
So Cheapshot's gonna drop Celph's verse
Here it comes
Find me in the sandwich
Gonna roll with the stutter
Rolling with a cutter
Abuse your mother
On a road trip to Barbados with their hoes
I'm a hoodrat with a Winnebago
I make dough
On the block where the bullies where raised to partier
You in Idaho grazing pastures getting busy
I don't hold acts unless for something get busy
On the ground I like the bear
And I stay my grizzly
Stay the f**k in the bathroom homie