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Albums:

A Gothic Acoustic Tribute to Linkin Park (Hutchinson, Hutch) · A Tribute to Linkin Park (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Ultimate Tribute to Linkin Park (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Skin 'N' Bone (Savoy Brown) · Skin 'n' Bone/Savage Return (Savoy Brown) · To Be Continued... [Acapella Version] (Evidence) · Acapella (Kelis) · Acapella (Karmin) · Acapella Hymns (Glad) · Acapella (Kelis) – and 90 other albums »


Hey yo when this first started off it was just Linkin Park
Then in the middle came Motion Man
And at the end of it all it was Kutmasta Kut wit
Hey yo when this first started off it was just Linkin Park
Then in the middle came Motion Man
And at the end of it all it was Kutmasta Kut wit
Hey yo when this first started off it was just Linkin Park
Then in the middle came Motion Man
And at the end of it all it was Kutmasta Kut wit
Hey yo when this first started off it was just Linkin Park
Then in the middle came Motion Man
And at the end of it all it was Kutmasta Kut wit
Uh
The light-skin with the nice trim
400 spokes riding the stroll by the white folks
The rare bones get the bare Jones
If it's the caddy, it's
Making the rhythm and rhyme collide

Linkin Park [To Fade]
Sassoon, chrome tones hear the moans of Al Capone
Gun POW to the dome
And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge
By the alledged, full-fledged, sledge
the park
And you lay there by the Do Not signs, and shamed them with your spark
Now winter moans in old men's bones as the day falls into dark
So it's
the ledge
By the alleged, full-fledged, sledge RZA edge
One dose of my feroc hand held trigga cuts
Acapella spittin' shell paralyzed when you get touched
Sassoon, chrome tones hear the moans of Al Capone
Gun POW to the dome
And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge
By the alledged, full-fledged, sledge
Sassoon, chrome tones hear the moans of Al Capone
Gun POW to the dome
And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge
By the alledged, full-fledged, sledge
bout to heat up
Roll Deeper..
Jet one, Jet two, Jet three
Jus got a strap, people guarded by me
But hear i got a story to tell
See the life
of Al Capone
Gun POW to the dome
And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge
By the alledged, full-fledged, sledge RZA edge
One dose of my feroc(ious)
these other mothafuckers
Struck twice in the same place by a moody Zues fishliner
Smackin the third clear out the park
Going gone (To infinity
the rhymes, Puffy had the shine
Bone thugs had more thugs but that was the shit that made me rhyme
Wassup, what's on your mind? Hol' up, I'm feeling fine
the rhymes, Puffy had the shine
Bone thugs had more thugs but that was the shit that made me rhyme
Whats up, what's on your mind? Hol' up, I'm feeling fine
That take away our pain might croak us
88, eighth grade, weighs in with a grin
Smoking bones in tompkins park where all the crack heads lived

It was
off the skin, eat all the meat
Nibble on the bone, and then suck the goo
Man if my mother was the Colonel, her chicken woulda sold
It even taste better
stories above so I can write my name in your blood

I love it

(JuJu)
Why? Cause we own cribs, own whips and chrome rims
Bone skins with silicone tits
I
g-g-gone
I don't care
(New York, stand up)

Yeah, I'm on the block, man, chillin'
I'm parked by the Rucker park, I'm just chillin'
Underground love my spot,
Crawling, just to make a statement
In this matrix 
Subconsciously gazing the soft shell of a man
Somehow found, amazing!
By the department of sanitation
high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said