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
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
Traduction: Fort Minor. Right Now.
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
your mic but yo' shit will stop workin Beats brutalize ya whole rhyme, yo' head hurtin Broomsticks and witches from rags to riches We give mad love while y'all niggaz to BURN bridges Amateur, why won't you look right
rivers I rock so many broads I leave your entourage tender Like bartenders mix liquor I serve you over the rocks, I feed you to my flock, now time to
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
of their neck Got no respect Wait up a sec You ever feel like the pressure's too much too take Too much weight Ladies, and, Gentlemen If anybody can hear me right now
Mike:] Ladies and 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... [
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
C'mon, what up Mike, how this for fucking remix right, you got it, yeah, Fort Minor, you ready, ok. Ladies and gentlemen, for those of you that wanna
Ryu Of S.O.B, Juelz Santana, Celph Titled) Ugh, Shinoda, that's right, Ryu Celph Titled, yeah, Demigodz Dipset, Juelz Santana And of course, Fort Minor
Are we recording right now? Yea we're recording I cant do it right now because my grandma is asleep in the room and I have to like go to like another
(feat. Ghostface Killah, Lupe Fiasco) Fort Minor, Minor Fort Minor, Minor, Minor... Uh, spraypaint and ink pens I use to write in every color I think
a crib in Atlanta And his pops got killed through debt He was a dealer So he staged jazz fox jump off the suit cases (? is this right) no more cross town Now
All the babies are mine, save a child life No more doctors deliverin my babies Stick in pins killing me slowly To the President you say I'm a welfare fraud you motherfucking right
