Dolla

Lyrics by：Derrick Johnson

Composed by：Patrick John Lykins

That's how you stand up against the rising of the tide

Yeah oh

Like that y'all

It sounds good there Mike

Uh huh

Let's killing this like that

Fort Minor SOB

Yeah like this listen

Attention please I only need a second

To make a mental impression directly on any record so

Give me space to move room to prove

I'm stupid with the B's and Q's

Ladies and gentlemen I'm sending you bending

Pretending the pen is a needle I'm injecting the venom

And I'll be damned if I let another man get to me

I'll bruise you with a shoe to the family jewelry

I'm back with fury attack quickly

Sick with a BIC pen all up in your s**t man

You never knew the flow

Was sick as this B***h listen when I'm letting you know

Got a grip on these tracks that you wish you got

Got a clique full of assholes I kid you not

So when that mixtape's done and that album drops

Ryu and Tak and me got it loaded and locked believe it

You still breathing I'm cocking and squeezing

Tucked still nope I don't give a f**k who sees it

Belive it

You still breathing I'm cocking and squeezing

Belive it

You still

Belive it

Belive it

You still breathing I'm cocking and squeezing

Tucked still nope I don't give a f**k who sees it

Broad days sitting sideways stuffed in a small cave

For three f**king weeks 'til you reek like dog waste

Ugh really I put a punk in his place

Let's see if he freestyles with a pump in his face

Got something to say Please better keep it a secret

The streets got hideous ways of handling beef b***h

So eat s**t hate it or love it

The underdogs on top getting faded telling people to suck it

Bucking 'em down for real while you f**king around

I'm stuck in the house for months tryin to sharpen my skills

So how does it feel You lames want to claim my throne

You got a better chance getting danny hayes on the phone

Good luck I flame suckers 'til they're black and crispy

Sneaking heat up in the club like a flask of whisky

Yeah I'm here to crack the roof in

You got a nice watch but your raps are useless

You better cut the crap 'fore I snap some nooses

And leave you all snoozing' on some afternoon s**t

Yeah I hit the streets with a cake

And batter for fun just to spit bleach in his face

It's lunchtime punk open the face

Hit you with a punchline 'til you choke on your teeth

Catch me at the show rockin' in that tipsy mode

Like angels and demons unlocking DA Vinci's Code

One drop in the cannister people split the globe

Blowing every planet to s**t once I hit the road

You in the tight b***h cut you with Apathy

I'm on the night shift see I hustle like cassidy

So kick that s**t sound and let the west coast see

One of the illest names Ribkat from SOB come on

That's right Fort Minor we major Mike Shinoda SOB

Demigodz machine shop Linkin Park

Somebodys falling

You know man this is an Inv