Lyrics
There you go
Fuck off
Come on, fool
What's up?
Yuck
I-I-I'll drop that shit
Straight coming at you punk
To criticize is critical when digging on my concept
Rhythms keep on building like the smog, got you running from the law
Maybe it's that low-end smothered with the freestyle
Maybe it's the thought of being on the bottom of the pile
Styles bound to the skylines
Keep 'em on the sidelines choking on my fly rhymes
You'll need the Heimlich maneuver
This ain't no joke, you're gonna choke when I'm slinging it to you
When did you decide (when did you decide)
To be narrow in your mind?
When do you decide
I'll probably never understand
Pollution
You preach the noise about the words that you don't wanna hear
Pollution
I keep the grip real tight on the mic when I spill
Pollution
You preach the noise about the words that you don't wanna hear
Pollution
I keep the grip real tight
Breaker, breaker one nine, spitting out that skill
Suicidal funk, let me know you're real
I'm walking on a thin line with the sticky bass line
Now you're stuck with the flow running through your mind
So when you're crossing over, let me know you're real
Put that flex on your neck, now you got the feel
Rumble like the thunder, now you're going under
Makes me wonder what the fuck is even going down
I listen to 'em stereotype, when they complain
I can't refrain from bringing on the pain
When did you decide (when did you decide)
To be narrow in your mind?
When do you decide?
I'll probably never understand
Pollution
You preach the noise about the words that you don't wanna hear
Pollution
I keep the grip real tight on the mic when I spill
Pollution
You preach the noise about the words that you don't wanna hear
Pollution
I keep the grip real tight
No
One, two, three, four
Ah yeah
That's it, that's it
Ain't nobody doin' like, you
So when they tell me to turn down that volume
I'm gonna bring that beat back
And when they tell Sam to turn down that bass
I'm gonna bring that beat back
And when they tell me to turn down the vocal
I'm gonna bring that beat back
And when they tell us to shut the fuck up
I'm gonna bring that beat back
Yeah, gonna bring that beat back
Whoa, gonna bring that beat back
Fuck, gonna bring that beat back
Yo, yo, yo, yo J bring that beat back
When did you decide (when did you decide)
To be narrow in your mind?
When do you decide?
I'll probably never understand
Pollution
You preach the noise about the words that you don't wanna hear
Pollution
I keep the grip real tight on the mic when I spill
Pollution
You preach the noise about the words that you don't wanna hear
Pollution
Gonna bring that beat back
I'm gonna bring that beat back
(Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it)
I'm gonna bring that beat back
Beat back, bring that beat back
Beat back, bring that beat back
Beat back, so shut the fuck
Whoa
Back back back back back back (Fred, shut up, alright?)
Back bring the fucking beat back (this is me telling you to shut up)
Back (shut up)
You sucker (shut)
Fucking sucker song (Fred, shut the fuck up)
Mmmm dum
We're done
WRITERS
John Everett Otto, Samuel Robert Rivers, Wesley Louden Borland, William Frederick Durst
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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Top Emotion
Anger
Sentiment
Theme
Sexual
