Mike Shinoda - The Battle lyrics

Time's up, time's up, time's up (ha ha ha, yeah) Hold up (aight, that's all you got?) Aight Celph, you got 30 seconds, you ready? (yeah) All right, Celph Titled, hit him [Celph Titled] Yeah, yeah, listen, yo These hungry rappers battle for a buck and some change There really be kids starvin, give a f** if it change Shock rap, not that, you get signed you might blow up Release "Party in Iraq," you might blow up I see you tryin to think a few lines you might get at me with Slap happy with babies who born with crack in they cribs Too much to cram under your oversized fitted And the public school system failed you Either you're ig'nant or what is it? Ain't concerned with scuff on my sneakers My demographic listening but not too many rappers teaching And I find a way to fill a hard drive up With songs containing mainly b**h, ho, sh**, f** Yo, you know what's up There's some ill sh** going on So long there's topics that I haven't really spoken on I'm just like you, a kid who wants to rap Get money, put an album out, mansion with a fountain spout Out in the front yard, sidewalk leading to the street Which leaves me to speak My speech reaches the whole world and yet still I'd rather rap about what I got or what I do to you If you disrespect, you guessed it, I'm shooting you But who's the true villain and who's illing Mix tape and gun shot ain't really k**ing People dying, it's tough luck Can't figure out if I'm the problem or the world's just f**ed up