| 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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| What the fuck are you doing, man? |
| You spilled my Cristal all over me
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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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| 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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| 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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| 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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| 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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| 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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| 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! |