[Intro: Mike Shinoda (Celph)]
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Gentlemen and ladies
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Please put down your expensive champagne (ha ha ha ha)
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It's about to get ugly in here
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(Yeah, set it on them motherfuckers!)
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LET'S GO! My name is Mike Shinoda
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And with some help from my man Celph Titled (you goddamn right)
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I would like to introduce to you
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From Styles of Beyond, Takbir!
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[Tak]
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Hell yeah, put a sock in your mouth, you now rockin with Styles
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This how we knockin them down.. (Takbir!)
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Hell yeah, put a sock in your mouth, you now rockin with Styles
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This how we knockin them down, no other option around
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Cause I just cock it and blaow, me and my popular pals
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Don't make me hop in the crowd, stop jockin then bounce
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We takin over and stompin all of you porch spiders
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Cover and duck and we shootin straight out of Fort Minor
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Roll with a pack of fifty, someone they actin 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 to blazin, buzzin with no sedation
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I got a [click-clack] and a party cap for both occasions
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With somethin terrible sit in a mini stadium
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Never perform solo, I'm frickin sick in the cranium
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Packin them in, yeah, the hooligan's back
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We get to, crackin his shins with aluminum bats
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Got the place goin bananas and they pumpin they fists
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I tip my brim to Los Angeles and jump in the pit, pit, pit
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(What the fuck are you doin man? You spilled my Cristal all over me!)
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[Chorus: Celph Titled]
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So rough, so rugged, so what
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Like a runaway train we tearin 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 wit us
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Let's see your fists if you're rockin with this
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Let me see your fists if you're rockin with this
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[Mike Shinoda]
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Yeah, yo
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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.. [scratches]
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From the start 'til the end, night until the..
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From the start 'til the end... [scratches]
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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, swingin limbs, swingin bottles and chairs
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Just throwin linebacker motherfuckers up in the air
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So back up! We got you wearin that fight club glare
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Steady tearin 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're wit it if you get it when that beat starts knockin
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We kill it when we 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 about me or a friend if they know (know)
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We do it daily, never maybe, every show (show)
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If y'all wanna 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]
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[Celph Titled]
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Yo, let's see your fists if you're rockin with this
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Let me see your fists if you're rockin with this a€“ Ryu!
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[Ryu]
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Yo, so now they know this 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 nothin
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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 a€“ whoever want it 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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Provokin people to bring it, I keep the weapons stable
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I blow a fuckin hole through 'em 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 gettin crap on my shoes
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I'm off my rocker, a psycho stalker
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A girl called me David Beckham, she thought I was gonna soccer/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 fasten they fans first
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(You ready? Let's go!)
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[Chorus]
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[Celph Titled]
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Yo, let's see your fists if you're rockin with this
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Let me see your fists if you're rockin with this (c'mon Celph)
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| Yo, if it ain't raw it ain't right, so ge |
