Mike Shinoda verse:

V1: "Call up a relative and tell 'em who the [bad word] it is
You think not / guess again / you bet it is
Put a kink in the backbone of predators
They're [bad word] / actin' like they're on sedatives
With or without large amounts of melanin
Let it begin until the rigor mortis settles in
Rainin' [bad word] on bulletproof metal men
It's deep water and there's no backpedallin'"

V2: "Lights out / Los Angeles darkness
Trash bag track homes and park bench apartments
Lit with a center-city harshness
Attract the colour weapons of paint marker artists
And this is the soundtrack to the scene
LP, Visionaries, collaborative team
Takin' it to a level you never dreamed of
Open your eyes to a sight that's seldom-seen"