Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Second to None, artist - Styles of Beyond. Date of issue: 26.06.2007
Song language: English
Second to None |
| 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 |
| From New York to Cali, New Jersey to Crenshaw |
| Speak the gift while you plead the fifth |
| 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 soul |
| Safety popped 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 Tek |
| 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' |
| Yeah, you ain’t nothing but a whiny kid |
| That cries like a wimp cause nobody rides with him |
| I ain’t a thug, pimp, gangsta or grimy dun |
| 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 |
| You know the biz when I 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’ma 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 exposed and they had a reaction |
| Similar to explosions off of battery acid |
| My rhymes a razor to slash your neck with |
| So follow my trail path to Winnekta 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 rocket fuel |
| Hooked up with BeatDown and did 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 |