[Chester Bennington]:
From the top
From the top
From the top
The top–the top
From the top
From the top
The top
From the top
Top
Shut up!
Shut up!
Shut up!
Shut! Up!
You!

Shut up!
Shut up!
Shut up!
Shut! Up!
I’m about to

Wasn’t that fun?
Let’s try something else
(Else)
(Else)
(Else)

[Black Thought]:
45 caliber killer without of the filla
Elevated Show, your brotha's how you're not a gorilla
Smooth talking, fully automatic weapon constiller
Taste thrilla, great filler, hit him with the bounce stiller

Filthy stinking, standing on the side grounded
Still be sinking submerging in the parks
Still be linking plucked beats when it starts
Hope your thinking, it's not a mirage

I'm living up off tracks from out of the garage
Well, if you could duck but it's hard to dodge
In the back of that spine where my darkness lies
Flipping straight up, ripping apart your squad

X-Ecutioner's style cuts and blends
Like a syringe banging you in each of your limbs
See [bad word] through your party hard
Without no bodyguard

Smoking something, stomping on each of your toes
I'm the to the L to the to the King
And when [bad word] to planning the thought
Keeping thinking this

Shut up!
Shut–Shut up!
Shut up!
Shut! Up!

Shut up!
Shut up!
Shut up!
Shut! Up!