( LINKIN PARK )

Just do something to tell you who I am, ya know?

It's high voltage you cant shake the shock

Because nobody wants it to stop, check it out (4x)

I've been taking into crates ever since I was livin' in space

Before the rat-race, before monkeys had human traits

Mastered numerology and big-bang theology

Performed lobotomies with telekinetic psychology

Invented the mic so I start blessin' it

And chin-checkin' kids to make my point like an impressionist

Many men have tried to shake us

But I twist mic cords to double helixes and show them what I'm made of

I buckle knees like leg braces

Cast the spell of instrumental-ness and all of the emcees that hate us

So 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've tried threats but moved on to a promise

I stomp shit with or without an accomplish

(Mixed media)

The stamp of approval is on this

Chorus (2x)

Akira, put a kink in the backbones of clones with microphones

Never satisfy my rhyme jones

Sprayin' bright day over what you might say

Blood type carillon

Technicolor type A

On highways with road rage I'm patient to win

The cage and the tin to bounce all around

In surround sound devouring the scene

Subliminal gangrene paintings

Overall the same things sing songs karaoke copy madness

Break bones verbally to sticks and stone tactics

Fourth dimension, combat convention

Write rhymes at ease while the tracks stand at attention (Attention)

Meant to put you away with the pencil

Pistol, official, 16 line rhyme missile

Why you risk it all, I pick out of your flaws

Spin, blah-blah-blah-blah

You can say you saw

Chorus (4x)

Chorus (4x)