Linkin Park & Fort Minor - RTN/WAK By Genderson | Текст песни

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• Linkin Park & Fort Minor
• RTN/WAK By Genderson

You ready?! Lets go!
Yeah, for those of you that want to know what we’re all about
It’s like this y’all (c’mon!)

[Chorus]
This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name!

To save face, how low can you go?
Talk a lotta game, but yet you don't know.
Static on the wind, makes us all say whoa!
The people up top push the people down low.
Get down, and obey every word.
Steady, get in line if you haven't yet heard.
Wanna take what I got, don't be absurd.
Don't fight the power, nobody gets hurt.
If you haven't heard yet, then I'm lettin' you know
There ain't shit we don't run when the guns unload
And no one make a move, unless my people say so
Got everything outta control, now everybody go

Put it together himself, now the picture connects
Never askin for someone’s help, or to get some respect
He’s only focused on what he wrote, his will is beyond reach
And now when it all unfolds, the skill of an artist

This is twenty percent skill
Eighty percent beer
Be one hundred percent clear cause Ryu is ill
Who would’ve thought that he’d be the one to set the west in flames
And I heard him wreckin with The Crystal Method, "Name Of The Game"
Came back dropped Megadef, took em to church
I like bleach man, why you had the stupidest verse?
This dude is the truth, now everybody’s giving him guest spots
His stock’s through the roof I heard he’s fuckin’ with S. Dot!

[Chorus]
This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name!

How slow can you go?
Talk a lotta shit, and yet you don't know.
Fire on the wind, makes you all say whoa!
The people up top and the people down low.
Get down,and I'm runnin' it like that.
The front of the attack is exactly where I'm at.
Somewhere in between the kick and the hi-hat
The pen and the contract, the pitch and the contact

From the front to the back and to side to side
If you feel what I feel, put'em up real high
Front to the back and to side to side
If you feel what I feel, put'em up real high

"There's a time, when the operation of the machine becomes so odious.
Makes you so sick at heart, that you can't take part,
you can't even passively take part.
And you've got to put your bodies upon the gears and upon the wheels,
upon the levers,
upon all the apparatus. And you've got to make it stop!
And you've got to indicate to the people who run it, to the people who own it.
And unless you're free, the machine will be prevented from working at all! "