S.C.O.M. Lyrics

(feat. Ryu Of S.O.B, Juelz Santana, Celph Titled)

Ugh, Shinoda, that's right, Ryu
Celph Titled, yeah, Demigodz
Dipset, Juelz Santana
And of course, Fort Minor
Let's go

It's like oh, ohhh, ohhhh
F.M. D.E.M.I.G.O.D.Z.
It's like oh, ohhh, ohhhh
D.I.P.S.E.T. S.O.B. G's

I came from pumping 60K
out the trunk switchblades
Ziggy stuff nicknames, itchy braids, bitchmade
Faggots, but shit's changed,
my cabbage is picked man
Rollin' twenties up like Snoop Doggy dog's crip game
But I'm out for the crown, housin, I'm buckin' 'em down
Dousin' and dunkin' these fuckin punks in a bucket and bounce
When I get up in the game beware
Put a pimp on a hope and then say your prayers
Got this ocean so damn potent player
Put you on a throne like a broken chair
You know its a movement.
Crack for the gods and goons
We back you talk about gats
but dont actually use 'em
But I'm happy to do it because this is demigodz
Celph Titled, Ryu with Tak, Apathy stupid

From bottom to top, i rose,
choppin them rocks, in rows,
Cockin the glock and blows, no more of that
Now I just hop in the drop and go
To the most popular spots
With ho's and they know, they ain't go
I went from pumpin' that white stuff
To bein up in them white clubs
Like hey, I got dubs still pumpin that white stuff
Plus I fuck with the white boys, skaters and bike boys
Who may act different but the struggles alike, boy
Shinoda know that if it's a problem I'm coming over, yo
Quick fast in a hurry, not needing to overdoseFort Minor - S.C.O.M. - http://motolyrics.com/fort-minor/scom-lyrics.html
And I mean that, just call if you need that
The best of both different worlds, not often they see that

Like oh, ohhh, ohhhh
F.M. D.E.M.I.G.O.D.Z.
Like oh, ohhh, ohhhh
D.I.P.S.E.T. S.O.B. G's

We like these rappers here
that you have to fear
We smacking queers
murder extortion, Hustlin', nothin' stopin' this movement
I swear we gettin' to the top this year
Got your ears, all eyes on me, old school 80's guy, that's me
Hip hop head female rappers give me dome
That's just that hip hop head,
flip off the feds, it's been said
I'm out my mind to the fullest,
alone in the crib buggin
Fuckin with russian roulette with six bullets
Won't never free my guns but fo sho we lettin them triggers go
Sparkin that weapon, yous a thousand miles from me
You far from perfection
and that's just food for thought
I'm movin the bar, rap entrepenuer, rap lord
Come to the hood, I'll bring you in through that trap door
It's Demigodz and it's Dipset, it's Doe Rakers and it's Byrd Gang
That's Ryu, Celph and Santana, the best rap singers you ever heard sing

Like oh, ohhh, ohhhh
F.M. D.E.M.I.G.O.D.Z.
Like oh, ohhh, ohhhh
D.I.P.S.E.T. S.O.B. G's

[In the background]
(When my situation ain't improvin'
I'm trying to murder everything movin')

Demigodz, Celph Titled the Rubik's Cuban
Ryu the Beast, Shinoda the Cobra Holder
You a fool for this beat, Santana the Great
This has been a Demigodz Dipset Feature Presentation

We'll slap the beeswax right out your grill! Hold up!