I'm serious!. It can't get no bigger than this. Ma homie Mike Shinoda of Linkin Park. Puttin' down with DJ Vice. Let 'em know Mike!. Let it begin with the stutter of light and short circuits. Driven to givin' a minimal life more purpose. Behind closed curtains. I don't even exist. this magic's created in the mirrors in the mist. It's Mike Shinoda and DJ Vice at the same time. Rhymes like rain that trickle down your main line. And flood your streets over a high-tech beat. To sneak two and full beats into turntable techniques. I Don't sleep to dream. I sleep to build stamina. Energy to plant in advanced. Get ya camera. With these rhymes you better seal off the parameter. One line and ya swimmin' off. the south coast of Canada. This is the sound. Me and Vice in the cut. Roughing it up. Just incase you might get tough. Nitrogen 'n' in my breath. Just to light things up. And DNA in every line. So it's live enough. DJ Vice!