Linkin Park - 5. High Voltage (Hybride teory 1999) | Текст песни

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• 5. High Voltage (Hybride teory 1999)

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 you in traits
I mastered numerology, big band theology,
performed lobotomies with telekinetic psychology
Invented the mic to so I can start blessin' in
Chin-checkin' kids to make my point like an
impressionist
Many men tried to shake us
But I twist my chords like double helixes to
show ‘em 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 try 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 gauntlets with whoever that wants this

Chorus:
High voltage
This is the unforgettable sound
High voltage
Bringin' you up and takin' you down
High voltage
Comin' up from every side
High voltage
Makin' the rhythm and rhyme collide

I've put a kink in the backbones, of clones, with microphones
Never satisfied my rhymes joins
Sprayin' brin' day over what you might say
My blood types crayon, Technicolor type A
On highways write with road rage
Cages a win, cages a tin, that bounce all around
Surround sound
Devourin' 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
Men 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
Singin' rah blah, blah, blah you can say you saw

Chorus.

Who's the man, the man in your hand over your land
Rovin' over man's boldin' when he's jammin' your plans ova
I am vice colorists, the most ferocious
When I spy my third eye, it's extremely high voltage
That's why I need ruby corks glasses, cuz when I glance of the chest
Then I might blast the masses
Subliminal translated through piano

Chorus.

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