The fucking good “de facto” debuting single from the album “Reseda Beach” that was previously unreleased for unknown reasons.[Verse 1: Mike Shinoda]

It's the real authentic, leave ya'll dented

Forget what ya heard--if I said it, I meant it

Did it for real, while ya'll pretended

Back for more, startin' the war to end it

Raw, rippin' like I'm working a chainsaw

From New York to Cali, New Jersey to Crenshaw

Speak the gift while you plead the fifth

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

[Chorus]

Check on the rep, second to none, yea

This how we get this done

You can check on the rep, second to none

Check on the rep, second to none, yea

This how we get this done

You can check on the rep, second to none

[Verse 2: Ryu]

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 Tek

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 nothing but a whiny kid

That cries like a wimp cause nobody rides with him

I ain't a thug, pimp, gangsta or grimy dun

But you can check on the rep--yep, second to none

[Chorus]

Check on the rep, second to none, yea

This how we get this done

You can check on the rep, second to none

Check on the rep, second to none, yea

This how we get this done

You can check on the rep, second to none

[Verse 3: Tak]

You know the biz when I step in the gate

You can find me at the gym bench pressing the weights

Getting' diesel on that ass and I'm so disgusting

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 exposed and they had a reaction

Similar to explosions off of battery acid

My rhymes a razor to slash your neck with

So follow my trail path to Winnekta 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 rocket fuel

Hooked up with BeatDown and did the impossible

A couple of months later, the record was done

So you can check on the rep--yep, second to none

[Chorus]

Check on the rep, second to none, yea

This how we get this done

You can check on the rep, second to none

Check on the rep, second to none, yea

This how we get this done

You can check on the rep, second to none