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[Mike Shinoda Excerpt]
You know what I mean
Try to put a label on a life
Put a label on a lifestyle (Sometimes)
You know, put a label on how you wake up every morning and go to bed at
night (Alright)
[Mike Shinoda]
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 I 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 and show them what I'm made of
I buckle knees like leg braces
Cast a spell of instrumentalness on all of you emcees who hate us
So you can try on, leave you without a shoulder to cry on, from now to
infinity, let icons be bygons
I firebomb, ghostly notes haunt this
I 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
High voltage
Bringin' you up and taking you down
High voltage
Comin' at you from every side
High voltage
Making the rhythm and rhyme collide
[Mike Shinoda Excerpt]
(Akira) I put a kink in the backbones of clones with microphones
And 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 in cages of tin that bounce all around
+Surround sound+, devouring the scene
Subliminal gangrene paintings over all the same thing
Sing-song karaoke copy bullshit
Break bones verbally with sticks-and-stone tactics
Fourth dimension 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
Spittin' raw blah blah blah you can say you saw
[Chorus]
[Mike Shinoda Excerpt]
I like to rock and rap, you know what I mean?
People are acting like, you know, "wow that's a new invention"
That shit thing, you know
We're constantly evolving
It is constantly changing (Sometimes)
There's a world of change
Everybody's always trying to put labels on it, there ain't no label for this
shit
They always gotta try to put a label on it
Try to create something so they can water it down
[Chester Bennington]
Sometimes I feel like a prophet, misunderstood
Under the gun like a new disease
Sometimes I feel like a prophet, misunderstood
Under the gun like a new disease
[Chorus x3]
[Mike Shinoda Excerpt]
You know what I mean? You can't put a label on a lifestyle
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