Versuri 10. N 2 Gether Now

DJ Mia 
Uhh, uhh, uhh 
 
Who can be the boss? 
Look up to the Cross 
Stranded in the land of the lost 
Standin up, I'm sideways 
I'm blazin' up the path 
Runnin' on the highways of rap 
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal 
Lava stamps and brands me like a barcode 
I'm dashin' all the media strikes, keep the media dykes 
As re enforcements for the fight 
And that alone will keep John Gotti on the phone 
Yea 
 
Tangled in his own 
I got the Bees on the track 
Where the fuck you at? 
(Tical) 
Let me hear you pigeons run your mouth now 
(Shut the fuck up) 
I'm pluggin' in them social skills 
That keep my total bills over a million 
The last time I checked it 
Thank God I'm blessed with the mind that I wreck it 
Wait until the second round 
I'll knock him out 
 
They call me Big John Stud 
My middle name Mud 
Dirty water flow 
Too much for you thugs 
That can't stand the flood 
What up doc? 
Hold big gun like Elmer Fudd, the sure shot 
Mr. Meth I'm unplugged 
(Plugged) 
Learn 
Temperature's too hot for sunblock 
(Burn) 
 
Playin' with minds can get you state time 
Lock behind twelve bars from a great mind 
Killa Bees in the club when there's ladybug 
Brought a sword to tha dance floor to cut a rug 
Love is love all day 'til they both slug 
And take another life in cold blood 
Can't feel me? 
'Cause it's your blood 
Murder is tremendous, crime is endless 
Same shit different day 
Father forgive us, they know not what they do, our praises do 
I'm big like easy, ya big bamboo 
 
What's that, I didn't hear you? 
(Shut the fuck up) 
Come on a little louder 
(Shut the fuck up) 
Everybody 'n' 2 gether now 
(Shut the fuck up) 
What? 
(Jus' shut the fuck up) 
What? 
(Jus' shut the fuck up) 
What's that, I didn't hear you? 
(Shut the fuck up) 
Come on a little louder 
(Shut the fuck up) 
Everybody 'n' 2 gether now 
(Shut the fuck up) 
What? 
(Shut the fuck up) 
What? 
(Shut the fuck up) 
 
Headstrong, deadcon, dead by dawn 
Deadweight they dead wrong 
Let's get it on, twelve rounds of throwdown 
Who hold crown? 
Protect land with both pound 
Limp Bizkit, get around like merry go 
What's the scenario? 
Comin' through your stereo 
Why risk it? 
Lifestyles of the prolific and gifted 
Eight essential vitamins and minerals 
Delicious 
 
Word on the street is, they bit my thesis 
Knocked out their front teethes 
Tryin' to taste mine 
Actin' like they heard through the grapevine 
Dope fiendin' for the baseline, to provide rhyme 
Pharmaceuticals, hard as nails to the cuticle 
Where you find that monster? 
She beautiful 
Wu Tang and Limp Bizkit 
  (Limp Bizkit) 
Roll on the set 
Kick a hole in the speaker 
Pull the plug and then jet 
 
Mic check 
So what's it all about? 
Where we gonna run? 
Maybe we can meet up on the sun 
Discretion is advised, for the blood of virgin eyes 
Limpin' on the track with Method 
So get the sunblock 
You get your one shot, until you dissolve 
I revolve around everything you got 
From outta nowhere prepare 
You'll be blinded by the glare 
I told you not to stare 
 
Now you're turned into stone, without a microphone 
  (Phone) 
But don't you forget you're in the zone 
(So shut the fuck up) 
And take that shit back 
'Cause all your shit's whack 
Doodoo is doodoo 
When it's weighed out like that 
Burnin' up your brain like a piston 
So all those who didn't listen 
Never even knew what they were missin' 
And never even knew that the sky was fallin' down 
Wu Tang clan for the crown 
 
What's that, I didn't hear you? 
(Shut the fuck up) 
Come on a little louder 
(Shut the fuck up) 
Everybody 'n' 2 gether now 
(Shut the fuck up) 
What? 
(Shut the fuck up) 
What? 
(Just shut the fuck up) 
What's that, I didn't hear you? 
(Shut the fuck up) 
Come on a little louder 
(Shut the fuck up) 
Everybody 'n' 2 gether now 
(Shut the fuck up) 
What? 
(Shut the fuck up) 
What? 
(Just shut the fuck up) 
 
It was over your head all day every day 
S I N Y, One O Three O Four 
Wu Tan Killa Bees, 
And the Limp B I Z K I T 
Ya know the time, ya know to rhyme 
It ain't easy bein' greezy 
In a world full of cleanliness 
And you know all that other madness 
We gone 
Peace 
(Limp Bizkit, Method Man) 
(Rock the house y'all, bring it on) 
 
{Hey wait up, where you guys goin' ? 
You're not recordin' are you? 
Are you? 
I'm all alone 
I can't do this 
Feel it, uh 
Feel it 
You guys feel it out there? 
Check your head if you feel it 
Hey, hey, hey 
Every day is brighter than the next day 
At least that's what you think 
Every day is brighter than the next day 
At least that's what you think}