"Second II None ft. Mike Shinoda" as written by Peter Heider, Florian Seyberth and Willie Hutch....
It's the real authentic, leave y'all dented
Forget what ya heard, if I said it, I meant it
Did it for real, while y'all pretended
Back for more, startin' the war to end it

Raw, rippin' like I'm workin' a chainsaw
New York to Cali, New Jersey to Crenshaw
Speak the gift while you bleed the fit
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, yeah
This how we get this done
You can check on the rep, second to none

Check on the rep, second to none, yeah
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 tick
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 nothin', but a whiny kid
That cries like a wimp 'cause nobody rides with him
I ain't a thug, pimp, gangsta or grindin' done
But you can check on the rep, yep, second to none

Check on the rep, second to none, yeah
This how we get this done
You can check on the rep, second to none

Check on the rep, second to none, yeah
This how we get this done
You can check on the rep, second to none

Then all the bears wanna step in the gate
You can find me at the gym, bench pressin' the weight
Gettin' diesel on that ass and I'm so disgustin'
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 closed in and they had a reaction
Similar to explosions off of battery acid

My rhymes a razor, to slash your neck with
So findin' my trip past your neck or 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 rock a few
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, yeah
This how we get this done
You can check on the rep, second to none

Check on the rep, second to none, yeah
This how we get this done
You can check on the rep, second to none



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"Second to None" as written by Mike Shinoda Matthew Ryan Maginn

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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    General CommentDudes this song is fucking amazing!
    Mike is the best as always *-* and the chorus rocks!
    YuNon August 18, 2007   Link
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    General CommentThis is a total kick-ass song. I listen to it before every lacrosse game. Maryland laxer BITCH.
    darkshift32on October 18, 2007   Link
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    General Commentthis is what i got, it differs a bit from what's up there;

    --. SECOND TO NONE
    It's the
    Real, authentic, leave y'all dented
    Forget what you heard, if I said it, I meant it
    Did it for real while y'all pretended
    Back for more, startin' a war to end it
    Raw, rippin' like I work on a chainsaw
    New York to Cali, New Jersey to Crankshaw
    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're breakin' 'em off, takin'
    A loss? Not a chance in your life, if
    Bein' fresh is wrong, I don't wanna be right
    Stop, drop and roll, we got soul with
    Safety popped off when we lock and load, so
    This is how we get this done, you can
    Check on the rep, yep, second to none

    Check on the rep, second to none, yeah
    This is how we get this done, you can
    Check on the rep, second to none

    Check on the rep, second to none, yeah
    This is 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 and quick with a rusty Tec, am I the
    Best? Well, I gotta put it bluntly, yes
    You can't touch me, the flows'll get you, squeeze
    Breath out of your chest like boa constrictors, I'm a
    Killer and I usually know my victim so I
    Catch a lot of bodies on the homie system, uh
    Don't get it twisted, I'll break your jaw and you'll be
    Sippin' fried chicken through a crazy straw, [?????!]
    With diet, bitch, we official pirates, I ghost
    Ride the ghost ship, drinkin' and drivin', yeah
    You ain't nothin' but a whiny kid who cries
    Like a wimp 'cause nobody rides with him, I ain't a
    Thug, pimp, gangster or grimy don, but you can
    Check on the rep (yep) second to none (one)

    Check on the rep, second to none, yeah
    This is how we get this done, you can
    Check on the rep, second to none

    Check on the rep, second to none, yeah
    This is how we get this done, you can
    Check on the rep, second to none

    (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
    They know the biz when I step in the gate, you can
    Find me at the gym bench, pressin' a weight, gettin'
    Diesel on that ass and I'm so disgusted, I'm a
    Tell the whole goddamn globe to suck it, I'm
    Bad, now, you feelin' somethin' surround you, my
    Chemical mix, it got you pumpin' the volume, the
    Audience closed in and they had a reaction
    Similar to explosions off of battery acid, my
    Rhymes are razor to slash your neck with, so
    Follow my trail past Winnetka Exit
    Into the dungeon, what, you bringin' a bucket? No one's
    Hearin' you scream so start playin' the trumpet, I'm
    Out of your reach now, so give me some rocket fuel
    Hooked up with Beatdown and did the impossible, a
    Couple of months later, the record is done, so you can
    Check on the rep (yep) second to none

    Check on the rep, second to none, yeah
    This is how we get this done, you can
    Check on the rep, second to none

    Check on the rep, second to none, yeah
    This is how we get this done, you can
    Check on the rep, second to none
    minutemanon November 03, 2007   Link
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    General Commentokay, it does say "liquid diet" during the second verse.
    minutemanon November 03, 2007   Link
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    General CommentI never get all of what they're saying (sippin' fried chicken through a crazy straw?!), but I get the gist, and they're AWESOME anyway. Another "don't mess with me or I'll kick your ass" songs. Mike Shinoda RULES.
    nemuon August 16, 2008   Link

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