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Cover & Duck (feat. Styles of Beyond & Mike Shinoda)
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Styles Of Beyond-Second To None Feat. Mike S*inoda It's the real authentic Leave ya'll dented Forget what ya heard If I said it, I meant it Did it for real While ya'll pretended Back for more Startin' the war to end it Raw Rippin' like I'm working a chainsaw New York to Cali New Jersey to Crenshaw Speak the gift while you bleed the fit My team is sick We eat, sleep, and breathe this s*it Rough and rugged Kill 'em soft We don't leave one standin' when we breakin' 'em off Takin' a loss? Not a chance in your life If being fresh is wrong, I don't wanna be right Stop, drop, and roll We got souls Safe to pop off when we lock and load So this how we get this done You can check on the rep, yep, second to none Check on the rep, second to none, yea This how we get this done You can check on the rep, second to none Check on the rep, second to none, yea This how we get this done You can check on the rep, second to none Yo, check the rep, yep, enough respect If not for the jewels I drop, the chunky neck I'm funky fresh Equipped with a rusty tick Am I the best? Well I gotta put it bluntly, yes You can't touch me The flows'll get ya Squeeze breath outta your chest like boa constrictors I'm a killer and I usually know my victims So I catch a lot of bodies on the homie system, uh Don't get it twisted, I'll break your jaw You'll be sippin' fried chicken through a crazy straw Liquid diet, b***h We official pirates I ghost ride the ghost s*ip Drinkin' and drivin', yea You ain't nothing but a whiny kid That cries like a wimp cuz nobody rides with him I ain't a thug, pimp, gangsta or grinding done But you can check on the rep, yep, second to none Check on the rep, second to none, yea This how we get this done You can check on the rep, second to none Check on the rep, second to none, yea This how we get this done You can check on the rep, second to none Then all the bears wanna step in the gate You can find me at the gym, bench pressing the weights Getting' diesel on that ass and I'm so disgusting I'mma tell the whole god dang globe to suck it I'm bad Now you feelin' something surround you My chemical mix, they got you pumpin' the valium The audience closed in and they had a reaction Similar to explosions off of battery acid My rhymes a razor, to slash your neck with So findin' my trip past your neck or exit Into the dungeon, what you bringin' a bucket? No one's hearin' your screams, so start playin' the trumpet I'm outta your reach now So give me some rock a few Hookin' a beat down and do the impossible A couple of months later, the record was done So you can check on the rep, yep, second to none Check on the rep, second to none, yea This how we get this done You can check on the rep, second to none Check on the rep, second to none, yea This how we get this done You can check on the rep, second to none
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