linkin park - h! vltg3
(feat. evidence, dj babu, pharoahe monch)
sometimes, sometimes, sometimes, sometimes....
hybrid
i've been diggin in crates ever since i was livin in space
before the rat race, before monkeys had human traits
i mastered numerology, big band theology,
performed lobotomies with telekanetic psychology
invented the mic to so i can start blessin it
chin-checkin' kids to make my point like an impressionist
many men have tried to shake us
but i twist mic chords like double helixes to show them what i'm made of
i buckle knees like leg braces,
cast a spell of instrumentalist on all of you mc's who hate us
so you can try on, leave you without a shoulder to cry on
from now to infinite, let icon be bygones
i fire bombs, ghostly notes haunt this
i tried threats, but moved on to a promise
i stomp shit with or without an accomplice
and run the guantlett with whoever that wants this
high voltage
this is the unforgettable sound
high voltage
bringin you up and takin you down
high voltage
comin at you from every side
high voltage
making the rythm and rhyme collide
akira, i've put a kink in the backbones, of clones, with microphones
never satisfied my rhymes jones
spraying bright day over what you might say
my blood types krylon, technicolor type a
on highways write with road rage
cages a win, cages a tin, that bounce all around
surround sound
devouring the scenes
subliminal gangrene paintings, over all the same things
sing songs karaoke copy bullshit
break bones verbally with sticks and stones tactics
forth dimension, compact convention
write rhymes with ease while the track stands at attention
ment to put you away, with the pencil
pistol, official, sixteen line, a rhyme missile
while you risk your all
i pick out at your flaws
singing rah blah, blah, blah you can say you saw
who's the man, the man in your hand over your land
roving over man's bolding when he's jammin your plans ova
i am vics clorousos, the most ferocious
when i spy my third eye, it's extremely high voltage
that's why i need ruby corks glasses, cause when i glance at the chest
then i might blast the masses
subliminals transmitted through piano
integrated in flow, calculated to nano
my iu skills are when i mean
plea sees the rhyme i hear as i proceed through time
i walk through the walls and the inanimate obstacles
while educed to the reduction of cells and molecules
i bring the knowledge the you swallow like the state of hologram
i bot your head, fat your lip like collagen
a telepath of the another verse with no postage
mike shinoda, we are high voltage
