歌手: linkin park 发布时间：
The microphone molester lesta machete undresser
Stupid d**e fresh type sh*t resurrector
Top gun Miramar best of the best-er
The leave an emcee peace in rest-er-rester
The skill tester the flex the gunner
The make funner the adversary make runner
The make summer cold with rhymes I spit
Kick gift to lifted delinquent wit
I be prophet my hand top it stop it
Fly like rocket when I rock it
Lock it down with this perverse verse
Every f**king curse a burst of hurt
Move crowds physical fitness rhymes
Coke heads couldn't do my lines
I'm decorated like Christmas pines
My battalion rocks
Emcees become silhouettes of chalk
Reading my eyes will say it in many ways
Losing my pride will save it in many days
Hit the dirt 'cause the words I spit
Will do more than just rip your shirt
I'll b**ch slap your soul
Contact the track control
You're coming at me you can't hack it though
So ridiculous watching my crew get sick with this
Wickedness pitching this lyrical viciousness
To crews and cliques made of men and mistresses
This is my life
The twilight in the fight night
And trying to see nothing but the highlights when I write
These eyes on horizons die for my song cry rhymes in krylon
Fire on move men telekinetically
Esoterically beat speaking with clarity
Feel my verities heroism of heresy
And sever every emcee I see with severity
Reading my eyes will say it in many ways
Losing my pride will save it in many days
Why not what I came
Why not what I came
Why not what I came
Why not give me what I came to deserve
Why not give me what I came to believe
Why not give me what I came to deserve
Why not give me what I came to believe
Why
Aah
Aah
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Reading my eyes will say it in many ways
Losing my pride will save it in many days