[Intro: Mike Shinoda (Celph)]
Gentlemen and ladies
Please put down your expensive champagne (ha ha ha ha)
It's about to get ugly in here
(Yeah, set it on them motherfuckers!)
LET'S GO! My name is Mike Shinoda
And with some help from my man Celph Titled (you goddamn right)
I would like to introduce to you
From Styles of Beyond, Takbir!
[Tak]
Hell yeah, put a sock in your mouth, you now rocking with Styles
This how we knockin them down.. (Takbir!)
Hell yeah, put a sock in your mouth, you now rocking with Styles
This how we knocking them down, no other option around
Cause I just cock it and blaow, me and my popular pals
Don't make me hop in the crowd, stop jocking then bounce
We taking over and stomping all of you porch spiders
Cover and duck and we shooting straight out of Fort Minor
Roll with a pack of fifty, someone they acting shifty
I put a stamp on it and slap 'em with a flask of whiskey
You got your hopes to blazing, buzzing with no sedation
I got a [click-clack] and a party cap for both occasions
With something terrible sit in a mini stadium
Never perform solo, I'm fricking sick in the cranium
Packing them in, yeah, the hooligan's back
We quick to, cracking his shins with aluminum bats
Got the place going bananas and they pumping they fists
I tip my brim to Los Angeles and jump in the pit, pit, pit
Gentlemen and ladies
Please put down your expensive champagne (ha ha ha ha)
It's about to get ugly in here
(Yeah, set it on them motherfuckers!)
LET'S GO! My name is Mike Shinoda
And with some help from my man Celph Titled (you goddamn right)
I would like to introduce to you
From Styles of Beyond, Takbir!
[Tak]
Hell yeah, put a sock in your mouth, you now rocking with Styles
This how we knockin them down.. (Takbir!)
Hell yeah, put a sock in your mouth, you now rocking with Styles
This how we knocking them down, no other option around
Cause I just cock it and blaow, me and my popular pals
Don't make me hop in the crowd, stop jocking then bounce
We taking over and stomping all of you porch spiders
Cover and duck and we shooting straight out of Fort Minor
Roll with a pack of fifty, someone they acting shifty
I put a stamp on it and slap 'em with a flask of whiskey
You got your hopes to blazing, buzzing with no sedation
I got a [click-clack] and a party cap for both occasions
With something terrible sit in a mini stadium
Never perform solo, I'm fricking sick in the cranium
Packing them in, yeah, the hooligan's back
We quick to, cracking his shins with aluminum bats
Got the place going bananas and they pumping they fists
I tip my brim to Los Angeles and jump in the pit, pit, pit
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