Second To None Lyrics – Styles Of Beyond featuring Mike Shinoda

Second To None Text

---

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 plead the fifth
My team is sick
We eat, sleep, and breathe this sh*t
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
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 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, b**ch
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 grimey, 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 playas 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 follow my trail path what next, your 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
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

[Thanks to Veronica for lyrics]

[Thanks to JAY for corrections]