[Verse 1: Mike Shinoda]
Yeah
Lift off like Virgin Galactic
My Richard's too Branson to fuck with you bastards
Very legendary that’s some matter-of-fact shit
You're the opposite of stars like "rats" spelled backwards
I float poems out to Saturn and past it
Easy as a standard anti-gravity backflip
Satellite tracking can't map out my tactics
I spit the same shit they split an atom in half with
No, it's not what I want but it had to be
And lames heads hang like I'm drainin' their battery
I put you in retirement, imagine you're mad at me
The space shuttle Challengers get turned into tragedies
Rocketdyne rhyming yeah heavily tested
Mess with M.S., yes I hope you invested
I don't drop mics, only let it smoke where I set it
And I don't play, even when they press, get it?