Linkin Park

Reading my eyes （live）

The Microphone Molesta

Machete undresser

Stupid d**e fresh tight sh*t resurrector

Top gun yeah mon best of the besta

The living MC peace and resta

Successa the flexa gunna

The make funna the adversary make runna

Make summa cold with rhymes that spit

Kickin gifted lifted delinquent wit

I be the prophet my hand

Top it stop it felt like rockin when I rock it

Locked it down with this perverse verse

Every f**kin curse I burst to hurt

Move crowds physical fitness rhymes

Coke heads couldnot do my lines

Decorated like Christmas pines my battalion rocks

Emcees become silhouettes of shock

Reading my eyes will say it in many ways

Losing my pride will save it in many days

Hit the dirt

Because the words I spit will do more than just rip your shirt

I ll b***h slap your soul

Get back the track control

You coming at me

You cant hack it though

So ridiculous

Watching my crew get sick with this

Wickedness

Pitchin this

Lyrical viciousness

To crews and cliques

Maiden men and mistresses

This is my life

The twilight the fight night

And trying to see nothing but the highlights

When I write

These eyes on horizons

Die for my son cry wrongs and Krylon

Fire on rude men telekinetically

Esoterically beats become a clarity

Feel verities heroism and heresy

And sever every Emcee I see with severity

Reading my eyes will say it in many ways

Losing my pride will save it in many days

Why not

What I keep

Why not

What I keep

Why not

What I keep

Why not give me what I came to deserve

Why not give me what I came to believe

Why not give me what I came to deserve

Why not give me what I came to believe

Reading my eyes will say it in many ways

Losing my pride will save it in many days