Mike Shinoda - Second To None lyrics

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Mike Shinoda - Second To None lyrics

[Verse 1: Mike Shinoda] 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 From New York to Cali, New Jersey to Crenshaw Speak the gift while you plead the fifth My team is sick, we eat, sleep, and breathe this sh** Rough and rugged, k** '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 soul Safety popped off when we lock and load So, this how we get this done You can check on the rep--yep, second to none [Hook] 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 [Verse 2: Ryu] Yo, check the rep, yep, enough respect If not for the j**els I drop, the chunky neck I'm funky fresh, equipped with a rusty Tek 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 k**er 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 ship, drinkin' and drivin' Yeah, you ain't nothing but a whiny kid That cries like a wimp cause nobody rides with him I ain't a thug, pimp, gangsta or grimy dun But you can check on the rep--yep, second to none [Hook] [Verse 3: Tak] You know the biz when I step in the gate You can find me at the gym bench pressing the weights Getting' diesel on that a** and I'm so disgusting I'mma tell the whole god dang globe to s** it I'm bad, now you feelin' something surround you My chemical mix, they got you pumpin' the Valium The audience exposed and they had a reaction Similar to explosions off of battery acid My rhymes a razor to slash your neck with So follow my trail path to Winnekta 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 rocket fuel Hooked up with BeatDown and did the impossible A couple of months later, the record was done So you can check on the rep--yep, second to none [Hook]

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