INA 2
Son las mismas que Points of authority del Hybrid theory..miralas AQUI.
Hey yo, when this firt started of it was just Linkin Park,and the in the midle came Motion man,and at the end of it all it was Kutmasta with a remix.
One thing, I don't know why it doesn't even matter how hard you try, keep that in mind I designed this rhyme when I was obsessed with time, all I know time was just slipping away and I watched it count down to the end of the day,watched it watch me and the words that I say the echo of the clock rhytms in my veins,I know that I didn't look out below and I watched the time go right out the window Tried to grab hold, Tried not to watch,I wasted it all on the hands of the clock but in the end, no matter what I pretend, the journey is more important than the end or the start and what it mean to me will eventually be a memory of a time when
I tried so hard and got so far, but in the end it doesn't even matter, I had to fall to lose it all but in the end it doesn't even matter.
Hey yo one thing, I don't know why it doesn't even matter how hard you try keep that in mind I designed this rhyme to explain in due time,all I know,ha,I so-socialse,like the host of the party,I spoke,shaked, and made eye-contact partied and toasted strong,all that Northeast, Southwest coast I'm staring out the window no opportunity to mingle I tried to sew it up to weaken your system I had you throwing up,I brought you back into things, Like the imaginary man of your dreams You'd always seem to make it worth it, I pig-skin I never nerf it.You felt like loving,never played real ,I'm bringing the pleasure By many means it means I leaving your team,hell of a team, man it seems I...
Linkin park,remix,motion man, linkin park,in the end, kutmasta kurt...
One thing I don't know how, It doesn't even matter when you look at it now,Cause when I designed this rhyme I was scared of all scared to fall,and I hadn't even tried to crawl,But I was forced to run with you mocking me,stopping me,backstabbing me constantly,Remmebering all the times you fought with me,watch the clock now chock full of hipocrisy ,but now your mouth wishes it could inhale,every single little thing you said to make things fail, every single word you sputtered just to get your piece,but it really doesn't matter to me,cause from the start to the end, no matter what I pretend, The journey is more important than the end or the start,and what it mean to me will eventually be a memory of the time when
Hey tu,cuando esto comenzo era solo Linkin Park, despues en el medio vino Mtion man y al final de todo fue Kutmasta Kurt con un remix.
Una cosa,no se porque,ni siquiera importa que tan duro intentes,tenlo en mente dise�e esta rima cuando estaba obsesionado con el tiempo,lo unico que se esque el tiempo se escapa y lo mire terminar hasta el final del dia,lo vi mirarme y la spalabras que digo, el ritmo del eco del reloj en mis venas,Se que no mire hacia atras y vi el tiempo salir por la ventana,trate de detenerlo,trate no mirar,Lo desperdicie todo en manos del reloj pero en el final,no importa cuanto finja,el viaje es mas importante que el final o el principio, y que significa para mi eventualmente sera una memoria de cunado
Trate tan duro y llegue tan lejos, pero al final ni siquiera importa,tuve que caer para perderlo todo,pero alf inal ni siquiera importa.
Hey tu una cosa,no se porque ni siquiera importa que tan duro intentes,mantenlo en mente dise�e esta rima para explicar en duo todo lo que se,ja, yo socializo, como el anfitrion de la fiesta,Hablo, me muevo, y hago contacto visual muy fuerte, todo el noreste, costa del suroeste miro fuera de la ventana no hay oportunidad de mezclarse. Tratare de coserlo para debilitar tu sistema,Te tuve aventando,Te traje de vuelta muchas cosas,Como el hombre imaginario de tus sue�os .Parece que tu siempre lo haces valer,Yo piel de cerdo nunca lo entiendo,Te sentias amando,nunca jugaste lo real, estoy trayendo el gusto por muchos significados,dejo tu equipo,al diablo de equipo, hombre parece que...
Linkin park,remix,motion man, linkin park,in the end, kutmasta kurt...
Una cosa no se como,ni siquiera importa cuando lo ves ahora,porque cuando dise�e esta rima estaba asustado de todo,asustado de caer,ni siquiera habia intentado arrastrarme,pero fui forzado a correr contigo molestando,deteniendome,vigilandome constantemente,recordando las veces que peleaste conmigo,mira el reloj pasar ahopra lleno de hipocresia,ahora tu boca sue�a poder inhalar, cada peque�a cosa que dijiste para hacer las cosas fallar,cada simple palabra que escupiste solo para tener tu parte,pero realmente no me importa, porque desde el comienzo al final no importa cuanto finja, el viaje es ma simportante que el final o comienzo y lo que significa para mi eventualmente sera una memoria de cuando..
What's up, you reached Mike give me a detailed m-, please enter your pass-, first message: Yo,Mike this is Chali 2na,wasup an?,so we can go ahead and get this song on the roll,whit a pot n-a-d,haha,,call me back please.
Que hay,hablas a Mike da un mensaje detallado,mete tu pase,primer mensaje:Hey Mike,es Chali 2na,que pasa hombre,podemos seguir y meter esta cancion en el roll,con un punto n-a-d,jaja,llamame de vuelta porfa.
From the top to the bottom,bottom to top I stop,ont he core I've fogotten in teh midle of my toughts,taken far from my safety,the picture's there,the memory won't escape me,but why should I care
We're stuck in a place so dark,you can hardly see,the manner of the matter that spits with the words I breathe,and as the rain drips acidic questions around me,I block out the sight and trhe powers that be,and duck away to the darkness,times up,I wind up in a rusted world with eyes shut so tight that it blurs into the world of pretend,and the eyes ease open and its dark again.
In the memory you'll find me,eyes burning up, the darkness holding me tightly,until the sun rises up.
Listen to the sound, dizzy on the ups and downs,I'm nauseated by the pulluted rot all around,Watching the wheels of cars pass,I look past to the last light and the long shadow it casts,a window grows and captures the eye,and cries out a yellow light as passes me by, and a young shadowy figure sits in fron a box,Inside a building of rock with antenaes on top,now nothing can stop in this land of pain,the sane lose not knowing they were part of the game,and while the insides change the box stays the same,and the figure inside could bear anybody's name,the memories I keep are from a time like then,I put on my paper so I could come back to them,someday I'm hoping to close my eyes and pretend that this crumpled up paper can be perfect again.
I'm here at this podium talking,the ceremonial offering dedicated to urban dysfunctional offspring,whats happening,city governments are eternally napping,trapped in greedy convenants,causing urban collapse,and bullets that scar souls with dark holes,get more than your car stole,some parts be blacker than charcoal,for real,this society's deprivation depends now on our differences but the separation within no separation is made limited aid minimum wage living in a tenement cage where rent isn't paid,tragedy within parade,the darkness overspreads like permenent plague,I'm the forgotten.
(coro y precoro Forgotten)
Atorados en un lugar tan oscuro,dificilmente ves,la causa escupe con las palabras que sigo,mientras la lluvia manda preguntas acidicas alrededor de mi,blockeo la vista y los poderes,camino a la oscuridad,tiempo acaba,pienso en un mundo oxidado con ojos cerrados tan fuerte que estan en el mundo de pretension los ojos se abren y esta oscuro
Escucha el sonido lento arriba y abajo,tengo nausas con la podrida contaminacion de alrededor,viendo carros pasar,mira mas alla de la ultima luz y su larga sombra,crece una ventana y captura el ojo,destilando una luz amarilla,una joven figura se sienta frente una caja,dentro un edificio de piedra con antenas arriba,nada se detiene en esta tierra de pena,pierde la sanidadn sin saber que res parte,mientras cambia el interior la caja permanece igual,y la figura dentro puede pronunciar cualquier nombre,mis memorias son de un momento asi,las puse en papel para regresar,espero cerrar los ojos y finjir que este papel arrugado sea perfecto otra vez.
Estoy en este podium hablando en la ceremonia para pueblo disfuncional,que pasa,el gobierno toma siestas,atrapado en ambiciosos tratados,causando colapso urbano,y balas que cicatrizan almas con hoyos negros,consigue mas de lo que tu carro roba,algunas partes mas negras que la ceniza,realmentela deprivacion social depende en nuestras diferencias pero separacion sin separacion es una cura limitada,equipage minimo,viviendo en una reja atenida donde no pagfas renta,la tragedia espera fiesta,la oscuridad se esparce como plaga permanente,soy el olvidado.