Linkin Park - Reading My Eyes (Xero Cover) (Live) | Текст песни

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The microphone molester
Machete undresser
Stupid, dope fresh type shit resurrecta
Top gun miramar best of the bester
The leave and emcee peace-in-rester
The skill tester, the flex the gunner
The made funner, adversary make runner
Make summer cold with rhymes I spit
And kick gift to lifted delinquent wit
I be the prophet
My rhyme-top it
Stop it
Fly like rocket when I rock it
Lock it down with this perverse verse
Every fucking curse a burst of hurt
Move crowds- physical fitness rhymes
Cokeheads couldn't do my lines
Decorated like Christmas pines
My battalion rocks
Emcees become silhouettes of chalk

Reading my eyes will save it in many ways
Losing my pride will save it in many days

Hit the dirt because the words that I spit
Will do more than just rip your shirt
I bitch slap your soul;
Contact the track control
You're coming at me and can't hack it through
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 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

Why not
What I can't
Why not give me what I came to deserve
Why not give me what I came to believe