Linkin Park
Linkin Park
High Voltage (remix)
I've been diggin in the crates / ever since I was living in space Before the rat race / before monkeys had human traits I mastered numerology and big bang theology Performed lobotomies with telekinetic psychology Invented the mic so could start blessing it Chin-checking kids to make my point like an impressionist Many men have tried to shake us But I twist mic cords into double helixes to show you what I'm made of Buckle knees like leg braces Cast a spell of instrumentalness on of any emcees that hate us So you can try on / leave you without a shoulder to cry on From now to infinity / let icons be bygones I firebomb / ghostly notes haunt this I tried threats, but moved on to a promise I stomp sh*t / with or without an accomplice and Run the gauntlet with whoever that wants this (Akira) Put a kink in the backbones of clones with microphones and never satisfy my rhyme jonz Spray in bright day over what you might say My blood type's krylon / technicolor type A On highways, write with road rage Pages of wind in cages of tin that bounce all around Surround sound / devouring the scene Subliminal gangrene paintings / over all the same-thing- sing-song karaoke type sh*t Break bones verbally with sticks-and-stone tactics Fourth dimention combat convention Write rhymes at ease while the track stands at attention Meant to put you away / with a pencil pistol Official / sixteen-line / the rhyme missile While you risk your all / I pick out all your flaws Spttin raw blah blah blah you can say you saw its high voltage this is the unforgettable sound bringin you up and taking you down comin at you from every side making the rhythm and rhyme collide sometimes I feel like a prophet misunderstood under the gun like a new disease
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