• Title:Second To None
  • Artist:Styles Of Beyond Feat. Mike Shinoda
  • Album:Transformers
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    OST:Transformers
    Styles Of Beyond-Second To None
    Feat. 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
    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 shit
    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, bitch
    We official pirates
    I ghost ride the ghost ship
    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