Second To None Lyrics - Singles - Styles Of Beyond

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 'cuz 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