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| Name | | Name=You Cannot Fuck With This | ||
| Artist | | Artist=Styles Of Beyond | ||
| | | Type=song | ||
| Working title | | Release=Razor Tag | ||
| Recorded | | Cover=Mixtape-Razor Tag.jpg | ||
| Released | | Working title= | ||
| Format | | Recorded=2006-2007 | ||
| Length | | Released=July 30, 2007<br>August 10, 2007 (Physical) | ||
| Stems | | Format=Digital, CD | ||
| Time signature | | Length=3:40 | ||
| Tempo | | Stems= | ||
| Key | | Time signature= | ||
| Samples | | Tempo= | ||
| References | | Key= | ||
| Live debut | | Samples=Violent Femmes - Intro | ||
| Last played | | References= | ||
| Writer | | Live debut= | ||
| Producer | | Last played= | ||
| Label | | Writer=Takbir Bashir, Ryan Matthew Maginn, Todd Neubert, Mike Shinoda | ||
| | | Producer=Mike Shinoda | ||
| Label=Machine Shop Recordings | |||
| Tracklist= | |||
# [[Here We Go]] | |||
# Here We Go | |||
# Hard | # Hard | ||
# Sugar Honey Iced Tea | # Sugar Honey Iced Tea | ||
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# Kick Me Out | # Kick Me Out | ||
# Chill Pill (feat. Apathy) | # Chill Pill (feat. Apathy) | ||
}} | }} | ||
==Background== | ==Background== | ||
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==Lyrics== | ==Lyrics== | ||
{{ | {{hidden begin|title=Album Version}} | ||
<poem> | <poem> | ||
100 Miles & Runnin' | 100 Miles & Runnin' | ||
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We puttin' cowards and punks | We puttin' cowards and punks | ||
Dead bodies in trunks</poem> | Dead bodies in trunks</poem> | ||
{{ | {{hidden end}} | ||
{{ | {{hidden begin|title=Razor Tag Version}} | ||
<poem> | <poem> | ||
Blaaaat! | Blaaaat! | ||
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You know it's a fucking invasion | You know it's a fucking invasion | ||
Green Lantern</poem> | Green Lantern</poem> | ||
{{ | {{hidden end}} | ||
==Gallery== | ==Gallery== | ||
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==External Links== | ==External Links== | ||
*You Cannot Fuck With This: [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XxUOL-aIohA YouTube] | |||
==References== | ==References== | ||
[[Category:Mike Shinoda Discography]][[Category:Mike Shinoda Songs]] | [[Category:Mike Shinoda Discography]][[Category:Mike Shinoda Songs]] | ||
Latest revision as of 22:05, 21 February 2024
| "You Cannot Fuck With This" | |
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| Song by Styles Of Beyond | |
| from the album Razor Tag | |
| Recorded: | 2006-2007 |
| Released: | July 30, 2007 August 10, 2007 (Physical) |
| Format: | Digital, CD |
| Length: | 3:40 |
| Samples: | Violent Femmes - Intro |
| Writer: | Takbir Bashir, Ryan Matthew Maginn, Todd Neubert, Mike Shinoda |
| Producer: | Mike Shinoda |
| Label: | Machine Shop Recordings |
| Razor Tag tracklist | |
Disc 2:
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Background
"You Cannot Fuck With This" was produced by Mike Shinoda for the 2007 Styles Of Beyond mixtape Razor Tag and features vocals by Celph Titled. The song takes its title from the sample used in it. The sample in question (the "you cannot fuck with this band" speech) is taken from "Intro" by Violent Femmes and was used by Linkin Park as a show intro in 2000 and 2001. Sid Wilson from Slipknot also used this sample in their show intros in 2000 and 2001.
A version of "You Cannot Fuck With This" without any transitions or overdubs can be found in the second disc of Reseda Beach, Razor Tag + Unreleased Tracks (popularly known as Razor Tag Untagged).
Versions
Note: Only the date of the very first release of each version is listed.
| Title | Album | Length | Recorded | Released | Notes |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| You Cannot Fuck With This | Razor Tag | 3:40 | 2006-2007 | July 30, 2007 |
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| You Cannot Fuck With This | Reseda Beach | 3:09 | 2006-2007 | October 23, 2012 |
|
Personnel
- Rap – Ryu
- Rap – Tak
- Rap [Featuring] – Celph Titled
Production
- Producer – Mike Shinoda
- Presenter, DJ Mix – DJ Green Lantern
Lyrics
100 Miles & Runnin'
Celph Titled to hold the gun and
Put the pump to your stomach
Till they're pumpin' your stomach
I'll be dumpin' every clip that don't fit in my waist
Butt naked with a shot gun
I'm Soul Escape
You the L.A. Timmy McVeigh?
Nah, my name is Tak
And I tote a Glock till your shit splits and bricks
We airin' out laundry
A buck to clean ya
On a Cannon Ball Run
Quick tuck your knees up
Fuck the streets up
It's a no brainer
Toe bangers
Run up in delivery rooms with coat hangers
Any buffoon that show anger (What?)
We bringin' plenty of goons with gold razors
That hold chrome lasers
No stranger to beef
I'm a dangerous beast
In Shinoda's backyard
Chained to a tree
If you wanna act hard, stay 25 feet
Away
But they keep me on a 30 foot leash
You can not fuck with this!
Fuck with this you wish you could
You can't my camp will kill you quick
You can not fuck with this!
You can not fuck with this, we'll bust your shit
Demigodz and we get the place jumpin' bitch
Break it down
Yea, Shinoda we told you we was gon' fuck this up
From the Chrome Depot to the platinum Creepshow you stupid motherfuckers
I'll stab a knife in your chin
See your lights go dim
Me and the chain gang fresh out the psycho bin
I'll strike again
Blastin' foes
With a rubber grip
Made from the same shit as Michael Jackson's nose
Yo, it's a wrap now
Casket closed
Still dippin' on fo' fo's
Wrapped in rose
Gats that will wet 'em like a plastic hose
When I blaaaat the toast
You turn to Casper The Ghost
You're done, that's it, adios
Back in the boat we tie a rope around your neck
Hang him after the show
Dump the body in a creek, now they wavin' a flag
Your shit is weak
Get the fuck off Bangers and Mash
I'm back cravin' a blast when I walk into Star Bucks
With an A.R. tucked
Now watch me Star buck
Get 'em (Hit 'em) (Split 'em)
It's the D.E.M.I.G.O.D.Z
Easy
You can not fuck with this!
Fuck with this you wish you could
You can't my camp will kill you quick
You can not fuck with this!
You can not fuck with this, we'll bust your shit
Demigodz and we get the place jumpin' bitch
Back up, get backed up, get smacked up
Fall back and clapped up in a bag wrapped up
Everybody wanna know what's up
When Demigodz to all show they always fuck shit up
Back up, get backed up, get smacked up
Fall back and clapped up in a bag wrapped up
Every time we get rowdy and drunk
We puttin' cowards and punks
Dead bodies in trunks
It's a motherfuckin' party in here
We finna get big
Stab you in the leg with a shovel
Have a shin dig
Your girl next to you is scared to death
I'll blow that bitches wig off, put some hair on your chest
Yes
I'm from that S.O.B
Here the guns go
Boom boom boom
Like a techno beat
Pop shit that'll make you wanna slit your wrist up
You still playin' doctor I'm on some Nip/Tuck
Yeah, line 'em up now
My cliques on
Hit hit time to touch down
To kick dope shit
Back for more
We make all y'all drop
That's the raw
That chrome piece goes pop
You can not fuck with this!
Fuck with this you wish you could
You can't my camp will kill you quick
You can not fuck with this!
You can not fuck with this, we'll bust your shit
Demigodz and we get the place jumpin' bitch
Back up, get backed up, get smacked up
Fall back and clapped up in a bag wrapped up
Everybody wanna know what's up
When Demigodz to all show they always fuck shit up
Back up, get backed up, get smacked up
Fall back and clapped up in a bag wrapped up
Every time we get rowdy and drunk
We puttin' cowards and punks
Dead bodies in trunks
Blaaaat!
Yo, Green Lantern man
You know how we do, man
We shittin' on niggas dot com
New York connection, Miami connection
We a problem
100 Miles & Runnin'
Celph Titled to hold the gun and
Put the pump to your stomach
Till they're pumpin' your stomach
I'll be dumpin' every clip that don't fit in my waist
Butt naked with a shot gun
I'm Soul Escape
You the L.A. Timmy McVeigh?
Nah, my name is Tak
And I tote a Glock till your shit splits and bricks
We airin' out laundry
A buck to clean ya
On a Cannon Ball Run
Quick tuck your knees up
Fuck the streets up
It's a no brainer
Toe bangers
Run up in delivery rooms with coat hangers
Any buffoon that show anger (What?)
We bringin' plenty of goons with gold razors
That hold chrome lasers
No stranger to beef
I'm a dangerous beast
In Shinoda's backyard
Chained to a tree
If you wanna act hard, stay 25 feet
Away
But they keep me on a 30 foot leash
You can not fuck with this!
Fuck with this you wish you could
You can't my camp will kill you quick
You can not fuck with this!
You can not fuck with this, we'll bust your shit
Demigodz and we get the place jumpin' bitch
Break it down
Yea, Shinoda we told you we was gon fuck this up
From the Chrome Depot to the platinum Creepshow you stupid motherfuckers
I'll stab a knife in your chin
See your lights go dim
Me and the chain gang fresh out the psycho bin
I'll strike again
Blastin' foes
With a rubber grip
Made from the same shit as Michael Jackson's nose
Yo, it's a wrap now
Casket closed
Still dippin' on fo' fo's
Wrapped in rose
Gats that will wet 'em like a plastic hose
When I blaaaat the toast
You turn to Casper The Ghost
You're done, that's it, adios
Back in the boat we tie a rope around your neck
Hang him after the show
Dump the body in a creek, now they wavin' a flag
Your shit is weak
Get the fuck off Bangers and Mash
I'm back cravin' a blast when I walk into Star Bucks
With an A.R. tucked
Now watch me Star buck
Get 'em (Hit 'em) (Split 'em)
It's the D.E.M.I.G.O.D.Z
Easy
You can not fuck with this!
Fuck with this you wish you could
You can't my camp will kill you quick
You can not fuck with this!
You can not fuck with this, we'll bust your shit
Demigodz and we get the place jumpin' bitch
Back up, get backed up, get smacked up
Fall back and clapped up in a bag wrapped up
Everybody wanna know what's up
When Demigodz to all show they always fuck shit up
Back up, get backed up, get smacked up
Fall back and clapped up in a bag wrapped up
Every time we get rowdy and drunk
We puttin' cowards and punks
Dead bodies in trunks
It's a motherfuckin' party in here
We finna get big
Stab you in the leg with a shovel
Have a shin dig
Your girl next to you is scared to death
I'll blow that bitches wig off, put some hair on your chest
Yes
I'm from that S.O.B
Here the guns go
Boom boom boom
Like a techno beat
Pop shit that'll make you wanna slit your wrist up
You still playin' doctor I'm on some Nip/Tuck
Yeah, line 'em up now
My cliques on
Hit hit time to touch down
To kick dope shit
Back for more
We make all y'all drop
That's the raw
That chrome piece goes pop
You can not fuck with this!
Fuck with this you wish you could
You can't my camp will kill you quick
You can not fuck with this!
You can not fuck with this, we'll bust your shit
Demigodz and we get the place jumpin' bitch
Back up, get backed up, get smacked up
Fall back and clapped up in a bag wrapped up
Everybody wanna know what's up
When Demigodz to all show they always fuck shit up
Back up, get backed up, get smacked up
Fall back and clapped up in a bag wrapped up
Every time we get rowdy and drunk
We puttin' cowards and punks
Dead bodies in trunks
You know it's a fucking invasion
Green Lantern
Gallery
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Razor Tag
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Reseda Beach
External Links
- You Cannot Fuck With This: YouTube