Bleach

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Template:Infobox song "Bleach (Jimi Remix)" is the seventh track on Fort Minor's We Major mixtape.

Background

"Bleach" is a song by Styles Of Beyond originally released on the group's 2003 album Megadef and is one of the group's most popular songs. It was remixed by Mike Shinoda for inclusion on We Major.

The remix contains vocal and instrumental samples The Jimi Hendrix Experience's version of "Hey Joe" (a song credited to Billy Roberts and originally recorded by The Leaves). It also contains a speech sampled from the crime drama television series The Sopranos.

First released on October 26, 2005, the RapBasement.com version of "Bleach (Jimi Remix)" was only two seconds in length due to an error, and was tagged as the "Hey Joe Remix". In response to this error, LP Association posted the full remix as an exclusive after fans discovered the problem.

Versions

Note: Only the date of the very first release of each version is listed.

Title	Album	Length	Recorded	Released	Notes
Bleach (Jimi Remix)	We Major	3:48	2005	October 30, 2005	Styles Of Beyond song. Remix by DJ Green Lantern and Mike Shinoda. Samples The Jimi Hendrix Experience's "Hey Joe" and episode forty-eight of The Sopranos, "Whoever Did This".

Live

Fort Minor performed a part of "Bleach" as part of the Fort Minor Medley during their live shows.

Lyrics

"Hey Joe, where you goin' with that gun of yours?"

"Yeah?"
"It's me.."
"I called you half a fuckin' hour ago"
"Yeah, Adrianna put my keys where I couldn't find em..."
"Go to the drug store, get two pairs of surgical gloves, some bleach, come to our friend's house...the contractor."

"Hey Joe, where you goin' with that gun of yours?"

Yo! Swing the sword for the classic year,
Bring the noise with your hands up, slash and tear,
Who can, fathom asthma, dash for air,
Spittin' on the baby bib in the plastic chair,
What's up stupid? (Shoot this),
One-five-one in the shot glass (Hot flash),
Bangin' on the drum, (uh!)
We cause havoc down in Las Vegas,
Paper trails racing Pelican briefcases,
We outrageous, name the streets gave us,
Yeah, we got fame, but now we heat blazers,
I let 'em all fly, ten in the clip, one in the chamber, ("Hey Joe, where you goin' with that?")
Thumbs up! Another banger,
Untuck the flamer, dumbfuck,
It's like gettin' hit with a dumptruck,
Brains and guts,
Maim, cut, aim, duck, same stuff, ("Hey Joe, where you goin' with that?")
Get you cracked up like cocaine, heat 'em up,
Ok, I'll let the suckas fly once,
Face down, found him in his Captain Crunch,
Uh, malpractice, a bang-all jam,
I joust rappers and track in the radar scans,
Flip beats for the crew like fleets and platoons,
Reach for the moon like Reese Witherspoon (uh!),
Don't stop the sure-shot, the rooftop anthem,
Blast the gold box, cock back the cannon,
What's up partna', I got ya (what, what),
Hope that (*pop, pop*) crack the pinata,
Slap, box, mouth of backwash,
Teeth mashed up on the asphalt, ya dig?
Set the pace like a mustang mashin', ("Hey Joe, where you goin' with that?")
Up the stakes, who wanna cut the cake, I take cash,
Dropped on a blood-stained mattress,
Stop! You ain't got access...watch,
I'ma change my accent, Ryu and Tak, ("Hey Joe, where you goin' with that?")
You little cunts in the game, you can suck my cock,
And lay flat on the ground, don't make a peep,
If you want the stains out now, get the bleach!

Get the bleach!

Guess who got the rubber gloves and the bleach?
Guess who rockin every club, that's me!
Get so hot, you feel the buzz in the street,
Keeping it knockin', drop drop that beat!

Guess who got the group name on top?
S.O.B. got the rap thang locked!
Who, what, what, when, why or what not?
You got messed up Ryu and Tak!

Yeah here it comes, all you hear is the click,
Blow your brains on a sandwhich like Miracle Whip,
While the blood keeps gushin',
Relish and pink mustard,
Huh! I'ma slam till I tear it to bits,
Till the bell for the recess rang,
On the defense game,
You feeling grilled like P.F. Changs,
Hopscotch on the corpse, till I drop the torch,
And burn crews for their views that I rock with force..
Sayin,
Don't stop the sure-shot, the rooftop anthem,
Blast the gold box, cock back the cannon,
What's up y'all, we don't stall,
Come one, come all till we drop the ball like,

(*scratched*)
Get the bleach!

Yeah

Yo, yo
Shinoda, Shinoda from the South Dako
It's Big Ghost right here
You know what I mean?
With the Baking Soda
Yo, we finished off that joint for, um, Lupe
You know what I mean?
So, yo, um, hit me back eh?
So I can understand what you were saying in your raps
You know what I mean?
You got me, got me, kind of like twisted over there
Shit, I want you to explain it
How you want it