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Gentlemen and ladies. Please put down your expensive champange |
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It's about to get ugly in here. (Jeah. Set it off motherfuckers!) Let's go! |
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My name is Mike Shinoda. And with some help from my man Celph Titled. |
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(You goddamned right!) |
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I would like to introduce to you from Styles of Beyond: Takbir! |
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[Verse One] [Tak] |
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Yeah, I'm here, put a sock in your mouth |
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You now rockin' with Styles |
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That's how we knockin 'em down |
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No other option around |
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Cause I'm just cockin' and POW! |
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Me and my popular pals |
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Don't make me hop in the crowd, stop jockin' about |
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We taking over and stomping all of your sports spiders |
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Cover and duck, a Machine straight out of Fort Minor |
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Roll with a pack of fifty |
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So when they get they gettin' shifty |
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I put a stamp on it and slap 'em with a flask of whiskey |
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You got your holster blazin' |
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Buzzin' with no sedation |
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I got a (gun cocks) and a party cap for both occasions |
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With something terrible seepin' into your stadium |
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Never perform solo, I'm freakin' sick in the cranium |
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Packin' 'em in, yeah, the ruler gets back |
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We're quick to |
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Crackin' ya shins with aluminum bats |
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Got the place going bananas and they pumpin' they fists |
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I'm tilt my brim to Los Angeles and jump in the pit |
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[Some douche bag talking] |
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What the fuck are you doing, man? You spilled my Cristal all over me |
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[Chorus] [Celph Titled] |
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So raw, so rugged, so rough |
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Like a runaway train we're tearing the track up |
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We're at it again, we're ready to act up |
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So cover and duck, show us you're rockin' with us |
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Let's see a fist if you're rockin' with this |
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Let me see your fist if you're rockin' with this |
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[Verse Two] [Mike Shinoda] |
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From the start 'til the end, night until the dawn |
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It's that fight music cause right when it comes on |
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You just lose control of your elbows and fists |
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Fuckin' other disregard for your body in the pit |
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People are swinging limbs, swinging bottles and chairs |
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Throwin' lime, backin' motherfuckers up in the air |
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So back up, we got you wearing that Fight Club glare |
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Steady, tearing down the club cause you just don't care |
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It's the realest way to feel it when the speakers pop poppin' |
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You with it if you get it when that beat starts knockin' |
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And we kill it when get up on that mic, start rockin' |
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And you feel it when you hear it cause we're on non stoppin' |
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So ask a buddy or a friend if they know, no |
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We do it daily, never maybe, every show, show |
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Y'all want to get down? I'm ready to roll |
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Right now, y'all ready? let's get it, let's go! |
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[Chorus] [Celph Titled] |
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So raw, so rugged, so rough |
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Like a runaway train we're tearing the track up |
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We're at it again, we're ready to act up |
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So cover and duck, show us you're rockin' with us |
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Let's see a fist if you're rockin' with this |
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Let me see your fist if you're rockin' with this |
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Let's see a fist if you're rockin' with this |
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Let me see your fist if you're rockin' with this |
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Ryu! |
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[Verse Three] [Ryu] |
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Yo, so now they notice me, rockin' over Shinoda beats |
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Makin' it crack like the extract in cocoa leaves |
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Hopefully labels love it, if not then fuck 'em |
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I'm cuttin' the break cables, ain't stoppin' at nothing |
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My hype is comin', murder for the price of a muffin |
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You think twice with a steak knife stuck in your stomach |
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I'm like "Who ever wanted whistle? I'll let you bring a pistol" |
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I'll put a verse on both wings like a stinger missile |
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Provoking people to bring it, I keep the weapons stable |
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I'll blow a fucking hole through it like a western bagel |
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Yeah, I talk tough and I rap ignorant too |
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Sick of me kickin' knowledge, getting crap on my shoes |
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I'm off my rocker, a psycho stalker |
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The girl called me David Beckham, she thought I was going to sock her/soccer |
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Nah, I'm the one to get it crackin', the plan works |
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Before I rock a show you gotta fax in the fans first |
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Ready? Let's go! |
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[Chorus] [Celph Titled] |
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So raw, so rugged, so rough |
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Like a runaway train we're tearing the track up |
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We're at it again, we're ready to act up |
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So cover and duck, show us you're rockin' with us |
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Let's see a fist if you're rocking with this |
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Let me see your fist if you're rocking with this |
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Come on, Celph Titled! |
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[Bridge] [Celph Titled] |
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If it ain't raw, it ain't right, so get it right |
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We at it again, now to act up and start a fight |
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So cover and duck cause we runnin' a muck |
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No, cover and duck cause we about to erupt |
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Throw your motherfuckin' hands to the sky, sky |
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And make a fist if you want to get live, live |
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Throw your motherfuckin' hands to the sky, sky |
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And make a fist if you want to get live, live |
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[Outro] [Celph Titled] |
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Come on y'all! Yeah! You like that shit? |
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We had to get real Godzilla on 'em this time |
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Tak and Ryu, S.O.B., Celph Titled. M. Shinoda the Cobra Holder, Demigodz |
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That's how my crew do, shut the fuck up when Fort Minor's talking! |
