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Transplants is an American punk rock/rap rock supergroup. They formed in 1999 when Tim Armstrong (of the bands Rancid and Operation Ivy) played his friend and roadie Rob Aston some beats he had made using Pro Tools and asked Rob if he would consider contributing lyrics. Initially, Tim played all the instruments himself but as the project grew, he invited musician friends such as Matt Freeman (Rancid), Lars Frederiksen (Rancid), and Vic Ruggiero (The Slackers) to add to the sound. Before long, Tim and Rob decided to officially form a band, but to make things complete, they wanted a drummer, so Travis Barker from Blink-182 was asked to join in 2002. Tim first became inspired to work with loops and samples after being introduced to London's speed/garage scene by… more »

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2005

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Life in a war zone, you make the wrong move, remove your torso
Guns blow back from the track, now the bloods roll
Unslow 24/7 now the funds flow
Anybody gets in my way, I let their guts show

Sick farms ain't doing shit without the big bucks
Got you in my sites, bad luck, I bet you're lame ducks
Who game sucks, got to the point, now my gags bust
Come on man I don't give a f*ck, who wanna test nuts

Scrapping, let's go toe to toe, I start the capping
Shirt stamping, like Sherm on a stick, nines are clapping
Who's that then, who wanna be next, I'll make your back bend
Push comes to shove, no love, I'll make it happen 

There's gotta be more to life than just this
Your life compared to mine is like wine compared to piss
You say it gets better, well f*ck that (f*ck that)
You don't walk outside your house and feel the need to stay strapped

You never pay your rent off of cocaine and weed
Man, I dance with the devil but I never catch the Z's
Don't get me wrong, if I could I'd make a change
Been so bad for so long, any good is so strange

They say the grass is greener on the other side of shit
But the fence is in the way now and I ain't buyin' it
I'm in a cloud of smoke but my feet are on the ground
Even when I'm dead and gone, I'll always be around

I'ma walk to my funeral like my middle name was Lynch
In the game riding high, while you fuckers ride the bench

Skinhead Rob run by, motherfuckers hit the fence

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