Fort Minor - Magic doors(portishead remix) lyrics

(Spoken) Alright They say welcome back Mike, it's a pleasure to have yous You the hot sh** like metal to magnets Come 'round back to the staff door access Light up a Cuban, spot a pig mattress Autograph action, sneak through the door S.O.B. and me turning your peace into war So turn the f**ing beat up some more And step back pronto, reload the combo Mike, Ryu and Tak It's like some Mo Wade and Marley Marl symphony rock You could turn off the beat and couldn't get me to stop I could give a fat f** if you're with me or not I do not give a damn Got tracks on the Billboard but here I am With my man Green Lantern raising hell again And so way past go, never sold my soul Hook Beth Gibbons and Shinoda All the muse-(Never sold my soul)-in myself My desire I can't have (Yeah) No reason and I thought (Ryu) Verse 2 Ryu You see what I've become, top gun, Mac 1 Achtung baby I'm the best, I ain't got another option Grotesque yet, so fresh, yes never lost not once You see what I've become, the last six months My lyrics went from "oh sh**" to "oh f**" This dude is a problem, don't front The last of the west coast rappers that don't s** This isn't even fun no more I done k**ed so many people that my gun gets bored Why fight now, I already won this war Everything you think is hot man, I done before From the block sh** to the rap sh** To the rock sh** even to some pop sh** Fatten up my pocket, profit f**ing with me, see nothing is free It's R-Y-U from the S.O.B, s** it Verse 3 Tak Can't get a grip, plan sort of slips Stand in front of a fan with his hands full of sh** Covered the face before the cameras are clicked Damn, they call him a hell of a man with a lisp Can't escape the dark or erase the thought His heart beats quicker than a racing horse So he blocks his own reflection and ducks from sunlight Then both worlds collide and result in a gunfight Cuts in his chest still, Russian roulette wheel Mistakes might have splattered in the guts into left field Ooh, take a deep breath for the recess Things on the brain to remain as a defect Yeah, a newborn with a new curse Fits like a shoe horn in a blue hearse Dim the lights for the lampshade glow Pull out the pen and let the whole damn thing blow Outro hook Gibbons: All the muse in myself My desire I can't have No reason and I thought