Linkin Park, Evidence, Pharoahe Monch, DJ Babu - H! Vltg3
Дата добавления: 02 сентября 2017
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Исполнители: Linkin Park, Evidence, Pharoahe Monch, DJ Babu
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Sometime... [x4]
Hybrid, Linkin Park.
[Mike Shinoda:]
I've been taking into crates, ever since I was livin' in space,
Before the rat race, before monkeys had human traits.
Mastered numerology and Big Bang theology,
Performed lobotomies with telekinetic psychology,
Invented the mic so I could start blessin' it.
And chin-checkin' kids to make my point like an impressionist,
Many men have tried to shake us,
But I twist mic cords to double helixes and show them what I'm made of,
I buckle knees like leg braces,
Cast the spell of instrumentalness and all you MC's that hate us,
So try on, leave you without a shoulder to cry on.
From now to infinity, let icons be bygones,
I fire bomb, ghostly notes haunt this,
I've tried threats but moved on to a promise,
I stomp shit with or without an accomplice,
And run the gauntlet with whoever that wants this.
[Chorus:]
High voltage, the unforgettable sound of,
High voltage, bringin' you up and takin' you down,
High voltage, comin' at you from every side,
High voltage, makin' the rhythm and rhyme collide.
[Mike Shinoda:]
I put a kink in the backbones of clones with microphones,
Never satisfy my rhyme jones.
Sprayin' bright day over what you might say,
My blood type's Krylon, technicolor, type A.
On highways, write with road rage,
Pages of wind and cages of tin that bounce all around,
Surround sound, devouring the scene,
Subliminal gangrene paintings, overall the same things.
Sing-song, karaoke, copy bullshit,
Break bones verbally with sticks and stone tactics,
Four dimension, combat convention,
Write rhymes at ease while the track stands at attention,
Meant to put you away with the pencil pistol,
Official sixteen line, the rhyme missile,
While you risk your all, I pick out all your flaws,
Spittin' raw, blah-blah-blah, you can say you saw.
[Chorus] [x2]
[Pharoahe Monch:]
Who's the man demandin' you hand over your Land Rover?
No man's bolder than Pharoahe when he jams your plan's over.
I inflict sclerosis, the most ferocious,
When I spy my third eye's extremely high voltage,
That's why I need ruby quartz glasses,
‘Cause when I glance there's a chance I might blast the masses.
Subliminals transmitted through piano,
Integrated in flow, calculated in nano.
I use skills when I need, please heed the rhyme I heal.
When I bleed, when I proceed through time,
I walk through walls and inanimate obstacles
Via induced reduction of cells and molecules.
I bring the knowledge, you swallow a steak, that's a hologram.
I bumped your head, fattened your lip like Collagen,
Telepath, deliver verses with no postage,
Pharoahe Monch, Mike Shinoda, we high voltage!
[Chorus] [x2]
Hybrid, Linkin Park.
[Mike Shinoda:]
I've been taking into crates, ever since I was livin' in space,
Before the rat race, before monkeys had human traits.
Mastered numerology and Big Bang theology,
Performed lobotomies with telekinetic psychology,
Invented the mic so I could start blessin' it.
And chin-checkin' kids to make my point like an impressionist,
Many men have tried to shake us,
But I twist mic cords to double helixes and show them what I'm made of,
I buckle knees like leg braces,
Cast the spell of instrumentalness and all you MC's that hate us,
So try on, leave you without a shoulder to cry on.
From now to infinity, let icons be bygones,
I fire bomb, ghostly notes haunt this,
I've tried threats but moved on to a promise,
I stomp shit with or without an accomplice,
And run the gauntlet with whoever that wants this.
[Chorus:]
High voltage, the unforgettable sound of,
High voltage, bringin' you up and takin' you down,
High voltage, comin' at you from every side,
High voltage, makin' the rhythm and rhyme collide.
[Mike Shinoda:]
I put a kink in the backbones of clones with microphones,
Never satisfy my rhyme jones.
Sprayin' bright day over what you might say,
My blood type's Krylon, technicolor, type A.
On highways, write with road rage,
Pages of wind and cages of tin that bounce all around,
Surround sound, devouring the scene,
Subliminal gangrene paintings, overall the same things.
Sing-song, karaoke, copy bullshit,
Break bones verbally with sticks and stone tactics,
Four dimension, combat convention,
Write rhymes at ease while the track stands at attention,
Meant to put you away with the pencil pistol,
Official sixteen line, the rhyme missile,
While you risk your all, I pick out all your flaws,
Spittin' raw, blah-blah-blah, you can say you saw.
[Chorus] [x2]
[Pharoahe Monch:]
Who's the man demandin' you hand over your Land Rover?
No man's bolder than Pharoahe when he jams your plan's over.
I inflict sclerosis, the most ferocious,
When I spy my third eye's extremely high voltage,
That's why I need ruby quartz glasses,
‘Cause when I glance there's a chance I might blast the masses.
Subliminals transmitted through piano,
Integrated in flow, calculated in nano.
I use skills when I need, please heed the rhyme I heal.
When I bleed, when I proceed through time,
I walk through walls and inanimate obstacles
Via induced reduction of cells and molecules.
I bring the knowledge, you swallow a steak, that's a hologram.
I bumped your head, fattened your lip like Collagen,
Telepath, deliver verses with no postage,
Pharoahe Monch, Mike Shinoda, we high voltage!
[Chorus] [x2]
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