This song seemingly tackles the methods of deception those who manipulate others use to get victims to follow their demands, as well as diverting attention away from important issues. They'll also use it as a means to convince people to hate or kill others by pretending acts of terrorism were committed by the enemy when the acts themselves were done by the masters of control to promote discrimination and hate. It also reinforces the idea that these manipulative forces operate in various locations, infiltrating everyday life without detection, and propagate any and everywhere.
In general, it highlights the danger of hidden agendas, manipulation, and distraction, serving as a critique of those who exploit chaos and confusion to control and gain power, depicting a cautionary tale against falling into their traps. It encourages us to question the narratives presented to us and remain vigilant against manipulation in various parts of society.
Ryu:
Scoop Deville
You're now rocking with a drunken battle
We pack pumps like sluts when they
Travelling with shoes in the trunk
I'm losing it punk, missing a few screws and a nut
I'm stupid as fuck, I'm from the old school but I flunked
Black on black, rips with some grain to grip
Bitch slapping these trick rappers, til they pay this pimp
Quit acting the click clacking, like you famous shit
You faggots are broke with names out of gangsta flicks
What a joke, you ain't never cut up coke on a scale
Or snuck dope through the border in a coconut shell
Fuck no, you want tell your little veteran tales
So when I put the smoke in your mouth, you better inhale
Suck it
Tak:
You ready? Let's get it, the game's now finished
It’s all, weapons to aim with a 1000 rounds in it
Machine Shop class mixtaped lynch men
Clapping at your track rabbits back to the benches yea
People fiend this, call me the evil genius
Got them bumpin Styles, in the Buick we go speeding
Brim with the tilt, cigar on my clutch
Your crying over spilled milk, Demigodz what's up?
Got a flask filled of that 'ole lucky number 7 brand
Get rid of your first string, I ain't playing second hand
Your messing with butane, get scorched in a torch fire
Look out for the new slang, you rocking with Fort Minor
Celph:
Alright hold for a second
Yeah you know what the fuck it is
S.O.B. motherfuckas
Demigodz motherfuckas
Mike Shinoda motherfuckas
And this is Celph Titled motherfuckas
We put a pipe bomb in your tail pipe and it go off mother fuckas
My gun don't fit through the doorway motherfuckas lets go!
Mike:
This is the last warning shot before we're letting this go
We don’t have to say lay low, ya’ll already know
That when the lights goes dim and the beat drops in
Even Texas can't hold them, ante up and I'm in
I'm like Black Jack Johnson and M.O.P.
Drinking handfuls of Jack Daniels, you’ll see
Cause when we hop into the Jeep to try out the CD
You’ll want a low rider bucking bronco to Scoop’s beat now
My name’s Mike, remember it well
More rock than raising hell
Rougher then Roc Deville
Ryu and Tak will tell you what's really the deal
If you want it come get us at the end of this twelve
Celph Titled:
Yea yea yea, you know the fuckin drill
Keeping it Godzilla up in the mother fuckin Home Depot
This is Celph Titled, the lame mile killer
This S.O.B., this is Demigodz, this is M. Shinoda the cobra holder
And this is your brain on crack mother fucka!
Scoop Deville
You're now rocking with a drunken battle
We pack pumps like sluts when they
Travelling with shoes in the trunk
I'm losing it punk, missing a few screws and a nut
I'm stupid as fuck, I'm from the old school but I flunked
Black on black, rips with some grain to grip
Bitch slapping these trick rappers, til they pay this pimp
Quit acting the click clacking, like you famous shit
You faggots are broke with names out of gangsta flicks
What a joke, you ain't never cut up coke on a scale
Or snuck dope through the border in a coconut shell
Fuck no, you want tell your little veteran tales
So when I put the smoke in your mouth, you better inhale
Suck it
Tak:
You ready? Let's get it, the game's now finished
It’s all, weapons to aim with a 1000 rounds in it
Machine Shop class mixtaped lynch men
Clapping at your track rabbits back to the benches yea
People fiend this, call me the evil genius
Got them bumpin Styles, in the Buick we go speeding
Brim with the tilt, cigar on my clutch
Your crying over spilled milk, Demigodz what's up?
Got a flask filled of that 'ole lucky number 7 brand
Get rid of your first string, I ain't playing second hand
Your messing with butane, get scorched in a torch fire
Look out for the new slang, you rocking with Fort Minor
Celph:
Alright hold for a second
Yeah you know what the fuck it is
S.O.B. motherfuckas
Demigodz motherfuckas
Mike Shinoda motherfuckas
And this is Celph Titled motherfuckas
We put a pipe bomb in your tail pipe and it go off mother fuckas
My gun don't fit through the doorway motherfuckas lets go!
Mike:
This is the last warning shot before we're letting this go
We don’t have to say lay low, ya’ll already know
That when the lights goes dim and the beat drops in
Even Texas can't hold them, ante up and I'm in
I'm like Black Jack Johnson and M.O.P.
Drinking handfuls of Jack Daniels, you’ll see
Cause when we hop into the Jeep to try out the CD
You’ll want a low rider bucking bronco to Scoop’s beat now
My name’s Mike, remember it well
More rock than raising hell
Rougher then Roc Deville
Ryu and Tak will tell you what's really the deal
If you want it come get us at the end of this twelve
Celph Titled:
Yea yea yea, you know the fuckin drill
Keeping it Godzilla up in the mother fuckin Home Depot
This is Celph Titled, the lame mile killer
This S.O.B., this is Demigodz, this is M. Shinoda the cobra holder
And this is your brain on crack mother fucka!
Lyrics submitted by L-Kyne
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