Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
DJ Lethal
DJ Lethal
Turntables
Fred Durst
Fred Durst
Vocals
John Otto
John Otto
Drums
Sam Rivers
Sam Rivers
Bass Guitar
Scott Borland
Scott Borland
Keyboards
Wes Borland
Wes Borland
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Fred Durst
Fred Durst
Songwriter
Wes Borland
Wes Borland
Songwriter
John Otto
John Otto
Songwriter
DJ Lethal
DJ Lethal
Songwriter
Sam Rivers
Sam Rivers
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Limp Bizkit
Limp Bizkit
Producer
Ross Robinson
Ross Robinson
Producer
Andy Wallace
Andy Wallace
Mixing Engineer
Richard Kaplan
Richard Kaplan
Engineer
Steve Sisco
Steve Sisco
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Howie Weinberg
Howie Weinberg
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Oh, come on, fool
What's up?
Yuck!
Aw, aw, aw, drop that shit!
Straight coming at ya, punk!
[Verse 2]
To criticize is critical when digging on my concept
Rhythms keep on building like a smog, got'cha running from the law
Maybe it's that low-end smothered with the freestyle
Maybe it's the thought of being on the bottom with the pile
Style's bound to the skylines
Keep 'em on the sidelines, choking on my fly rhymes
You need the Heimlich maneuver
This ain't no joke, you're gonna choke when I'm slinging it to ya
[Verse 3]
When did you decide
(You decide)
To be narrow in your mind?
(You decide)
When do you decide?
I'll probably never understand
(Pollution)
You preach the noise about the words that you don't wanna hear
(Pollution)
I keep the grip real tight on the mic when I spill
(Pollution)
You preach the noise about the words that you don't wanna hear
(Pollution)
I keep the grip real tight
[Verse 4]
Breaker, breaker one nine, spitting out that skill
Suicidal punk, let me know you're real
I'm walking on a thin line with the sticky bass line
Now you're stuck with the flow running through your mind
So when you're crossing over, let me know you're real
Put that flex on your neck, now you got the feel
I rumble like the thunder, now you're going under
Makes me wonder what the fuck is even going down
I listen to 'em stereotype when they complain
I can't refrain from bringing on the pain
[Verse 5]
When did you decide?
To be narrow in your mind?
When do you decide?
I'll probably never understand
(Pollution)
You preach the noise about the words that you don't wanna hear
(Pollution)
I keep the grip real tight on the mic when I spill
(Pollution)
You preach the noise about the words that you don't wanna hear
(Pollution)
I keep the grip real tight
[Verse 6]
That's it, that's it, ain't nobody doin' like you
[Verse 7]
So when they tell me to turn down that volume
I'm gonna bring that beat back
And when they tell Sam to turn down that bass
I'm gonna bring that beat back
And when they tell me to turn down the vocal
I'm gonna bring that beat back
And when they tell us to shut the fuck up
I'm gonna bring that beat back
[Verse 8]
Yeah, I'm gonna bring that beat back!
Whoa, gonna bring that beat back!
Fuck, gonna bring that beat back!
Yo, yo, yo, yo, J bring that beat back!
[Verse 9]
When did you decide?
To be narrow in your mind
When do you decide?
I'll probably never understand
(Pollution)
You preach the noise about the words that you don't wanna hear
(Pollution)
I keep the grip real tight on the mic when I spill
(Pollution)
You preach the noise about the words that you don't wanna hear
(Pollution)
Gonna bring that beat back
[Verse 10]
I'm gonna bring that beat back!
(Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it)
I'm gonna bring that beat back!
Beat back, bring that beat back!
Beat back, bring that beat back!
Beat back, so shut the fuck!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
[Verse 11]
Back, back, back, back, back, back, back, back (Fred, shut up, alright?)
Bring the fucking beat back (This is me telling you to shut up)
Back (Shut up!)
You sucker (Shut!)
Fucking sucker song (Fred, shut the fuck up!)
Mmmm, dum
We're done
Written by: Fred Durst, John Otto, Samuel Rivers, Wes Borland
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