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Pollution

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Hard Rock

Pollution fue lanzado el 1 de julio de 1997 por Interscope como parte del álbum Three Dollar Bill, Y'all

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DESCRIPCIÓN

LETRA

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES

Fred Durst

Voces

John Otto

Batería

Sam Rivers

Bajo

Scott Borland

Teclados

Wes Borland

Guitarra

DJ Lethal

DJ

COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA

Fred Durst

Letra

Wes Borland

Composición

John Otto

Composición

Sam Rivers

Composición

PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA

Limp Bizkit

Producción

Ross Robinson

Producción

Andy Wallace

Ingeniería de mezcla

Richard Kaplan

Ingeniería

Steve Sisco

Asistente de ingeniería de mezcla

Howie Weinberg

Masterización

Jordan Schur

Producción ejecutiva

Letra

[Verse 1]

Oh, come on, fool

What's up?

Yuck!

Aw, aw, aw, drop that shit!

Straight coming at ya, punk!

[Verse 2]

To criticize is critical when digging on my concept

Rhythms keep on building like a smog, got'cha running from the law

Maybe it's that low-end smothered with the freestyle

Maybe it's the thought of being on the bottom with the pile

Style's bound to the skylines

Keep 'em on the sidelines, choking on my fly rhymes

You need the Heimlich maneuver

This ain't no joke, you're gonna choke when I'm slinging it to ya

[Verse 3]

When did you decide

(You decide)

To be narrow in your mind?

(You decide)

When do you decide?

I'll probably never understand

(Pollution)

You preach the noise about the words that you don't wanna hear

(Pollution)

I keep the grip real tight on the mic when I spill

(Pollution)

You preach the noise about the words that you don't wanna hear

(Pollution)

I keep the grip real tight

[Verse 4]

Breaker, breaker one nine, spitting out that skill

Suicidal punk, let me know you're real

I'm walking on a thin line with the sticky bass line

Now you're stuck with the flow running through your mind

So when you're crossing 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 going down

I listen to 'em stereotype when they complain

I can't refrain from bringing on the pain

[Verse 5]

When did you decide?

To be narrow in your mind?

When do you decide?

I'll probably never understand

(Pollution)

You preach the noise about the words that you don't wanna hear

(Pollution)

I keep the grip real tight on the mic when I spill

(Pollution)

You preach the noise about the words that you don't wanna hear

(Pollution)

I keep the grip real tight

[Verse 6]

That's it, that's it, ain't nobody doin' like you

[Verse 7]

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

[Verse 8]

Yeah, I'm gonna bring that beat back!

Whoa, gonna bring that beat back!

Fuck, gonna bring that beat back!

Yo, yo, yo, yo, J bring that beat back!

[Verse 9]

When did you decide?

To be narrow in your mind

When do you decide?

I'll probably never understand

(Pollution)

You preach the noise about the words that you don't wanna hear

(Pollution)

I keep the grip real tight on the mic when I spill

(Pollution)

You preach the noise about the words that you don't wanna hear

(Pollution)

Gonna bring that beat back

[Verse 10]

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!

Beat back, bring that beat back!

Beat back, so shut the fuck!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

[Verse 11]

Back, back, back, back, back, back, back, back (Fred, shut up, alright?)

Bring the fucking beat back (This is me telling you to shut up)

Back (Shut up!)

You sucker (Shut!)

Fucking sucker song (Fred, shut the fuck up!)

Mmmm, dum

We're done

Written by: Fred Durst, John Otto, Samuel Rivers, Wes Borland

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