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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 h

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 h

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