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Pollution
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[Intro]
Uh, c'mon fool
Whassup?
Yuck
Awe, awe, awe, drop that shit
Straight comin' atcha, punk, punk
[Verse 1]
To criticize is critical when diggin' on my concept
Rhythms keep on buildin' like a smog, gotcha runnin' from the law
Maybe it's that low end smothered with the freestyle
Maybe it's the thought of bein' on the bottom of the pile
Style's bound to the skylines
Keep 'em on the sidelines, chokin' on my fly rhymes
You need the Heimlich maneuver
This ain't no joke, you're gonna choke when I'm slingin' it to ya
[PreChorus]
When did you decide
(You decide) To be narrow in your mind?
(You decide) When did you decide?
[Chorus]
I'll probably never understand
The pollution
You preach the noise about the words that you don't wanna hear
The pollution
I keep the grip real tight on the mic when I spill
The pollution
You preach the noise about the words that you don't wanna hear
The pollution
I keep the grip real tight
[Verse 2]
Breaker, breaker one-nine, spittin' out that skill
Suicidal funk, let me know you're real
I'm walkin' on a thin line with the sticky bass line
Now you're stuck with the flow runnin' through your mind
So when you're crossin' over, let me know you're real
Put that flex on your neck, now you got the feel
I rumble like the thunder, now you're going under
Makes me wonder what the fuck is even goin' down
Listen to 'em stereotype when they complain
I can't refrain from bringin' on the pain
[PreChorus]
When did you decide?
(When did you decide?) To be narrow in your mind?
(When did you decide?) When did you decide?
[Chorus]
I'll probably never understand
The pollution
You preach the noise about the words that you don't wanna hear
The pollution
I keep the grip real tight on the mic when I spill
The pollution
You preach the noise about the words that you don't wanna hear
The pollution
I keep the grip real tight, oh
[Bridge]
That's it, that's it, ain't nobody doin' like you
So when they tell me to turn down that volume
I'm gonna bring that beat back
And when they tell Sam to turn down that bass
I'm gonna bring that beat back
And when they tell me to turn down the vocal
I'm gonna bring that beat back
And when they tell us to shut the fuck up
I'm gonna bring that beat back
Yeah, I'm gonna bring that beat back
Whoa, gonna bring that beat back
Fuck, I'm gonna bring that beat back
Yo, yo, yo, yo, J, bring that beat back
[PreChorus]
When did you decide
(When did you decide?) To be narrow in your mind?
(When did you decide?) When do you decide?
[Chorus]
I'll probably never understand
Pollution
You preach the noise about the words that you don't wanna hear
The pollution
I keep the grip real tight on the mic when I spill
The pollution
You preach the noise about the words that you don't wanna hear
Oh, oh, oh
The pollution
[Outro]
Gonna bring that beat back
I'm gonna bring that beat back
Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it
I'm gonna bring that beat back
Beat back, bring that beat back (Back, bring back)
Beat back, bring that beat back (Back, bring back, back, back, back)
Beat back, so shut the f— (Back, back, back, back, back, back)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa (Back, back, back, back, back, back)
(Back, back, back, back, back, back, back) Fred, shut up, alright?
(Bring that fuckin' beat back) This is me tellin' you to shut up
Back
Shut up
You sucker
Fuckin' sucker
Shut
Song
Fred, shut the fuck up
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm, dem
We're done
Written by: Fred Durst, John Otto, Samuel Rivers, Wes Borland
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