Tools of the Trade NEW FM SONG

This song has a nice beat. he uses paper, pencil, pots, lighters, and toothbrushes to make the beat and then raps. theres not much to it and its not that great but and this one is for haninator...Cheapshot raps....hes making fun of Celph titled lol

its not like that good of a song , buts it has a nice beat and kool to listen to. like a novelty.

ill post lyrics in a tic

finding out now if lyrics are allowed or not lol

anyways yeah the song is HOT

mikes english rap is like LOL

mike raps in an english accent, ryu imitates pharrell, cheapshot makes fun of celph...hot song. the bass and snare came from numb/encore

edit: for me? lol how so? cheapshots rap sucks cause he tries to sound like celph -____- his original voice is good enough homie. I love the song. Do What We Did is better however. this is a 6 out of 10 and DWWD is a 9 or 10 outta 10.

not a new FM song, just an FMM exclusive. it was one of those warmup songs like Do What We Did I think that was considered for the mixtape

lmao, just post the goddamn lyrics! XD

The song will leak eventually anyway. Not though me though...

Im keeping what I paid for.

DWWD gets a 11/10 for me. It just completely owned.

That's cool, me and my friend session all the time and we thought of some experimental recordings heh. It's kinda like that, we used shit from drum sticks to peeling duct tape off of a box.

http://www.willstar.tv/beats/noisy2.mp3

Props to anyone that can make a beat out of that rofl

That Mike Shinoda is crazy, but mad innovative. Must be the 40 ounce of creativity he was drinking haha (read Mike's notes about the song)

I didn't know we could post topics about the exclusive Militia tracks. Anyways, yeah I thought the beat was crazy. Mike Shinoda's crazy. And how did you know Ryu was imitating Pharrell? Here are my lyrics I've translated for you guys after I listened to the song about 1000 more times. I know they're not completely accurate, I tried the best I can. I didn't even try to translate what Cheapshot was saying. So if any of you guys can make corrections, please do so. Maybe we can all help each other complete the entire lyrics.

Mike Shinoda:

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 a kitchen

Alright, you ready?

Let's go

Alright, maybe that doesn't sound quiet right yet

So I'm gonna add some kick and snare just like this

Hahahaha, yeah

And I got this guitar part

I'ma play this guitar part over it like this...

Ya feelin' that?

And then we just loop that...

And then why don't we, why don't we just bring in a little bit of bass

Just like this, yeah

I wanna get the snare to go, bop bop

Yeah, and just take the, take the bass out right here like this...

Yeah, and 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 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, I'm misconstruded

See I roll like the rap pack, groups included

In a backpack with a gasmask imunic

20 deep in a hatchback puffin' cubans

 

Mike Shinoda:

You wanna rap, get the lab track cue, let's do this

But not on this track

You can't afford this, stupid

 

Tak:

Somebody call for the doc quick, he's still in the street top

He got a stain, I'm a freakin' high-top Reebok

Snatched over velcro and choked him wit'em

My head bone's above the neck where I called you chickens

Machine Shop packs lots of tools

Like Paul Wall mixtapes, we be chopped and screwed

Them S-T-Y-L-E-S boys poppin' the yaps

Yeah, can you hear me now?

Good, get off my sack

 

Celph Titled:

Yo, MC and MY people call me Celph

I got the key to every young bitch's chastity belt

Yo click ain't even pussy

Better yet, they beaver

I'ma leave it to ya heavy with this nine millimeter

 

Ryu:

Look ma, I see ya chillin' in that cherry Beama

Have you ever met a man with canary fever?

I ain't talkin' bout a piss-colored diamond neither

Word, I mean birds that'll sit on your finger

You can teach'em how to speak, say "Polly want a cracker?"

Take'em to the beach, play volleyball after

A little snack, champagne and pastor

We don't gotta run fast, girl I know you got asthma

 

Tak:

Yeah, cause we sippin' on jack and diamonds

Blowin' smoke green she'll know where the pack of Hein is

Your hands to the sky, get it crunk for fun

I'm so god damn high, I can push the sun

 

Ryu (English Accent):

Oye, honestly it doesn't even matter if I is

His voice is still fuck up you and your boys

So piss off, mate

See, I do what I want

Cause your whole bloody lots just a bunch of cunts

 

Ryu:

See right now, Celph Titled's 'sposed to be in the booth

But he's stuck inside a toilet gettin' ready to puke

 

Mike:

And he drink a bunch of cisqo, vodka and rum...

 

Tak:

So Cheapshot's gonna drop Celph's verse, here it comes

 

Cheapshot:

(I'm not even gonna try...lol)

 

Ryu:

Stay the fuck in the bathroom, homie