Cover di The Rising Tied

The Rising Tied
Album - 21 novembre 2005 - Debaser id 278679

di Fort Minor

You ready?!
Let’s go!
Yeah!
For those of you that want to know what we're all about
It's like this y’all, come on!

This is ten percent luck
Twenty percent skill
15% concentrated power of will
5% pleasure
50% pain
And a 100% reason
To remember the name

Mike!
He doesn't need his name up in lights
He just wants to be heard
Whether it's the beat or the mike
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
It's not about the salary
It's all about reality
And making some noise
Making the story
Making sure his clique stays up
That means when he puts it down
Tak's picking it up
Let's go!

Who the hell is he anyway
He never really talks much
Never concerned with status
But still leaving them star struck
Humbled through opportunities
Given to him despite the fact
That many misjudge him
Because he makes a living from writing raps
Put it together himself
Now the picture connects
Never asking for someone's help
Or to get some respect
He's only focused on what he wrote
His will is beyond reach
And now when it all unfolds
The skill of an artist

It's just 20% skill
80% fear
Be 100% clear
Because Ryu is ill
Who would've thought that
He'd be the one to set the west in flames
And I heard him wrecking with
The Crystal Method’s "Name of the Game"
Came back dropped Megadef
Took them to church
I like "Bleach" man
Ryu had the stupidest verse
This dude is the truth
Now everybody be giving him guest spots
His stock's through the roof
I heard he fucking with S Dot

This is 10% luck
20% skill
15% concentrated power of will
5% pleasure
50% pain
And a 100% reason
To remember the name

They call him Ryu the Sick
And he's spitting fire with Mike
Got him out the dryer he's hot
Found him in Fort Minor with Tak
Been a fucking an nihilist porcupine
He's a prick, he's a cock
The type women want to be with
And rappers hope he get shot
Eight years in the making
Patiently waiting to blow
Now the record with
Shinoda's taking over the globe
He's got a partner in crime
His shit is equally dope
You wont believe the kind of shit
That comes out of this kid's throat

Tak!
He's not your everyday on the block
He knows how to work with what he's got
Making his way to the top
People think its a comment on his name
People keep asking him was it given at birth
Or does it stand for an acronym? No
He's living proof
Got him rocking the booth
He'll get you buzzing quicker than a shot of vodka with juice
Him and his crew are known around as one of the best
Dedicated to what they doing
Give a 100%

Forget Mike
Nobody really knows how or why
He works so hard
It seems like he's never got time
Because he writes every note
And he writes every line
And I've seen him at work
When that light goes on in his mind
It's like a design
Is written in his head every time
Before he even touches a key
Or speaks in a rhyme
And those mother fuckers he runs with
Those kids that he signed
Ridiculous, without even trying
How do they do it

This is 10% luck
20% skill
15% concentrated power of will
5% pleasure
50% pain
And a 100% reason
To remember the name
Il tuo voto:
Y’all are not
Not re-ready
No
Not re-ready
No
We about to drop it steady
So
Do it like that
Do it like that

Now why’s everybody so petrified
What
Petrified
What
Step aside
And just drop that
Come on
Drop that
Come on
Drop that
Come on
Drop that
Come on

Now why's everybody so petrified
What
Petrified
What
Step aside
And just drop that
Come on
Drop that
Come on
Drop that
Come on
Drop that
Come on

How you doing y’all
My name is 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 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 want to hold me
Show me homey
Let's 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’s everybody so petrified
What
Petrified
What
Step aside
And just drop that
Come on
Drop that
Come on
Drop that
Come on
Drop that
Come on

Listen
You are not ready
Like children and a building
You can’t stand steady
It must be the beat 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 want to hold me
Show me homey
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’s everybody so petrified
What
Petrified
What
Step aside
And just drop that
Come on
Drop that
Come on
Drop that
Come on
Drop that
Come on

Now why's everybody so petrified
What
Petrified
What
Step aside
And just drop that
Come on
Drop that
Come on
Drop that
Come on
Drop that
Come on

Y’all are not
Not re-ready
No
Not re-ready
No
We about to drop it steady
So
Do it like that
Do it like that

Now why’s everybody so petrified
What
Petrified
What
Step aside
And just drop that
Come on
Drop that
Come on
Drop that
Come on
Drop that
Come on

Now why’s everybody so petrified
What
Petrified
What
Step aside
And just drop that
Come on
Drop that
Come on
Drop that
Come on
Drop that
Come on

Like stop
Stop
Bring it back
Bring it back
We got that balance
Keeping us on track

Like stop
Stop
Bring it back
Bring it back
We got that balance
Keeping us on track

Like stop
Stop
Bring it back
Bring it back
We got that balance
Keeping us on track

Like stop
Stop
Bring it back
Bring it back
We got that balance
Keeping us on track

Like stop

Machine shop
Il tuo voto:
(That beat is hard)

This is how it goes
Welcome one and all to the show
We're wired up
fired up
fucking ready to go
In the back of the parking lot outside of the bar
Twenty deep
twenty feet from the boulevard
Black hoodies
Black caps
Black label in glasses
Previewing the new shit before the masses
'Cause the first thing I need when i've got a new beat
Is to see how it sounds
echoing off the street
I just take it for a spin
Pop the CD in
Slide it up to ten and get that rearview shaking
Then play it again so there's no mistaking
San Andreas the block
Get this bitch earthquaking live

''Oh
ready for it here we go
We got the whole block rocking in stereo
We're taking control
letting everybody know
And if you feel it
let me hear everybody go''

You're not ready
I got plenty cuts for twenty months dropped steadily
Plenty tracks to empty on your wack pedigree
I'm backed heavily while you're back peddling
Forget the chitchat on me homie
kick back
I'm on that shit that can get your homie bitch-slapped
So zip your lip back
listen and watch
We got the whole block rockin' off the way the beat knocks
You don't have to warn the people on the corner
they know
That if you're standing on that corner then you're getting that show
World premiering you're hearing that Machine Shop flow
San Andreas the block
Get this bitch earthquaking like

''Oh
ready for it here we go
We got the whole block rocking in stereo
We're taking control
letting everybody know
And if you feel it
let me hear everybody go''

Turn the key
turn the volume up to loud
Roll right
roll every window down
Let the whole block know what this is about
Turn it up y'all
burn that system out
Il tuo voto:
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
Il tuo voto:
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 Manzanar,
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 F.B.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 laborer

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.
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