Sometimes, sometimes…
Hybrid
Linkin Park
I’ve been digging in the crates
Ever since I was living in space
Before the rat race
Before monkeys had human traits
I mastered numerology and bigbang theology
Performed lobotomies with telekinetic psychology
Invented the mic so I could start blessin it
Chincheckin kids
To make my point like an impressionist
Many men have tried to shake us
But I twist my cords in double helixes
And show them what I’m made of
I buckle knees like leg braces
Cast a spell of instrumental-ness
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 bygones
I fire bomb 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
High voltage
This is the unforgettable sound
High voltage
Bringing you up and taking you down
High voltage
Coming at you from every side
High voltage
Making the rhythm and rhyme collide
Akira
I put a kink in the backbones
Of clones
With microphones
Never satisfy my rhyme jones
Spraying 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
Over while 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 the pencil, pistol, official
16 line a rhyme missile
While you risk your all
I pick out all your flaws
Spin rah, blah blah blah
You can say you saw
High voltage
This is the unforgettable sound
High voltage
Bringing you up and taking you down
High voltage
Coming at you from every side
High voltage
Making the rhythm and rhyme collide
High voltage
This is the unforgettable sound
High voltage
Bringing you up and taking you down
High voltage
Coming at you from every side
High voltage
Making the rhythm and rhyme collide
Who’s the man
The man in your hand
Over your land roving
No man’s bolding the pharoahe
When he jams your plans over
Iron fist 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 at the chance
That I might blast the masses
Subliminals transmitted through piano
Integrated in flow
Calculated in nano
I use skills
When I mean please
Sees the rhyme I hear what I bleed
When I proceed through time
I walk through walls
And inanimate obstacles
By inducing the reduction
Of cells and molecules
I bring the knowledge
You swallow a steak that’s a hologram
I botch your head
Fatten your lip like collagen
The telepath delivered verses with no postage
Pharoahe Monch
Mike Shinoda
We high voltage
High voltage
This is the unforgettable sound
High voltage
Bringing you up and taking you down
High voltage
Coming at you from every side
High voltage
Making the rhythm and rhyme collide
High voltage
This is the unforgettable sound
High voltage
Bringing you up and taking you down
High voltage
Coming at you from every side
High voltage
Making the rhythm and rhyme collide
I can think of many numbers
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