[FM] Tools of the Trade lyrics

(Mike)
Alright you guys, listen:
Right here I got some paper, a toothbrush, this is a lighter,
A bottle of beer, this is a bottle opener, and a pot from the kitchen
(Clears throat) Alright, you ready? Let's go!
Alright, maybe that doesn't sound quite right yet
So I'm gonna add some kick and snare, just like this...
Hahaha, yeah, and I got this guitar part, I'll play this guitar part over it like this...
You feeling that? And then we just loop that, and then why don't we...
Why don't we bring in a little bit of bass, just like this?
Yeah, I'm gonna get the snare to go pop pop!
Let's take the, take the bass out right here like this...
Yeah, this is where we just bring in the verse!

I can make a loop out of anything work
I'm just surprised you guys didn't think of this shit first
But fuck it, you can't touch yours truly
You can hardly follow me, much less move me
So when I'm pumpin' the track, you punks
In the back better jump when I ask you bastards

(Ryu)
Yeah, you got it backwards and misconstrued it
See, I roll like the rat pack, clips included
In the backpack with a gas mask in Munich
20 deep in the hatchback, puffin' Cubans

(Mike)
You wanna rap? Get the laugh track queued, let's do this
But not on this track, you can't afford it, stupid

(Tak)
Somebody call for the doc, quick, he's filling the street top
He got a stain on my freakin' high top Reeboks
I snatched off the Velcro and choked him with it
My headphones broke the neck where I coach you chickens (BAGAWK!)
Machine Shop packs lots of tunes
Like Paul Wall mixtapes, leave you chopped and screwed
Them S-T-Y-L-E-S boys poppin' they gaps
Yeah, can you hear me now? Good, get off my sack

(Celph)
Yo, MC am I, people call me Celph
I got the key to every young bitch's chastity belt
They clickin' even pussy, better yet, they beaver
I'm a leave it to you heavy with this nine millemeter

(Ryu - Pharell impersonating voice)
Look ma, 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 mean birds that'll sit on your finger
You can teach him how to speak, say "Polly want a cracker"
Take him to the beach, play volleyball after
A little snack champagne and pass ta
We don't gotta run fast, girl, I know you got asthma

(Tak)
Yeah, hit me sippin' on Jack and diamonds
Blowin' smoke rings, chillin' with a pack of Heinen's
Your hands to the sky, get it crunk for fun
I'm so goddamn high, I could punch the sun

(Mike - British accent)
Oi, honestly, it doesn't even matter if I use this voice
It'd still fuck up you and your boys
So piss off mate, see, I do what I want
Cuz your whole bloody lot's just a bunch of cunts

(Ryu)
See, right now Celph Titled's supposed to be in the booth

(Tak)
But he's stuck inside the toilet gettin' ready to puke

(Mike)
And he drank a bunch of Cisco, vodka, and rum

(Tak)
So Cheapshot's gonna drop Celph's verse, here it comes!

(Cheapshot)
Find me in the sandwich, gonna roll with the stutter
Rollin' with a cutter, abuse your mother
On a road trip to Barbados with 8 hoes
On my hovercraft Winnebago, I make dough
On the block where bullies is raised to partier
You in Idaho grazing passions, get busy
I don't hold acts unless I'm from, get busy
On the ground, I like the bear, and I stay my grizzly

(Ryu)
Yo, stay the fuck in the bathroom homie!