Gentlemen and ladies
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Please put down your expensive champange
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It's about to get ugly in here
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Let's go! [Set it off motherfuckers!]
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My name is Mike Shinoda
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And with some help
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From my man Celph Titled [You goddamned right!]
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I would like to introduce to you from Styles of Beyond: Takbir!
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Yo, I'm here, put a sock in your mouth, you now rockin' with Styles
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That's how we knockin 'em down, no other option around
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Cause I'm just cockin' a plow, me and my popular pals
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Don't make me hop in the crowd, stop joking 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 so when they get they 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 hopes a blazin', 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 seeping into your stadium
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Never perform solo, I'm freakin' sick in the cranium
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Packin' a man, yeah, the ruler gets back
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Quick to 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 telling my grim in Los Angeles to jump in the pit
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What the fuck are you doing, man? You spilled my Cristal all over me
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So buff, 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 rocking 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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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' utter 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 nonstoppin'
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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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Ya'll 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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So buff, 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 rocking 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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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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Ryu!
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Yo, so now they notice me rockin' over Shinoda beats
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Makin' a 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 cutting to break cables, ain't stoppin' at nothing
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My hype is coming, 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 like a western bagel
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Yeah, I talk tough and I rap ignorant too
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Sick of me kicking 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 Beckem, she thought I was going to sock her
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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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So buff, 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 rocking 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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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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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 |
