Песня «Easier to Run (Live In Nottingham 2003)»
исполнителя Linkin Park.
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• I Have Not Begun (2009)

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  ladies and gents sorry to keep ya’ll waiting this goes out to everybody still hating for those that fake / ya’ll can keep on fakin’ i’m cooking a plate for you to stick your whole face in tastes good don’t it cousin? just so you know it’s nothin’ i get you buggin’ like some codiene in some robutussin it’s just the way that i approach each time i slap the track and turn around and choke each rhyme broadcast to the nation like NBC with pages of 16s like an MPC deliver an ass-whipping via MP3 giving you people more reality than MTV do it PPV / snap necks with the pressure make a mess / then carry you out on a stretcher you could sue but / ooh the law won’t protect ya even the court room sketcher could not sketch ya you’re not following me / i got your number like caller i.d. / try it / you can holler at me i promise you pain / i will chop your body in threes and you’ll be sitting there stuttering / p-p-probabably follow me / i got styles / you can copy one back of your mind / i know you wanna stop me son but here’s news for you fucker: that can not be done you can think that i’m finished i have not begun im grinding / putting these kids to bed you think you’re hard-boiled / fucker you’re an easter egg you got a pastel shell and a soft inside / squash your pride you think i fucking lost my mind / i’m not playing i might as well be making a bomb i lay you down to foundation when i’m taking you on bet the farm on the rhyme for the sake of my mom she’s like / mike show these pigs what kind of bacon you’re on it’s funny but don’t laugh / money with no cash the villain of vocab / i’m killing this notepad the realest i wrote man / you don’t even know half i’m banking a full tank / you’re running on low gas take that / i’m cutting off your fun you’re nothing but a butter knife stopping a gun we can dance but your chances are slim to none and you can think that i’m finished i have not begun got a razor-blade tongue and i get this done no running just dumping on your clique for fun machine shop got it locked like the game’s a joke say something funny get the whole gang provoked better buckle down fucker / go get your own we been working ten years just to get this known the people on the block starting to get numb they expect that its fresh when the new shit come here it goes let em know they can fix the frown railroad rap hot tracks running you down and they ask and repeat how i do this now like i’m really gonna tell em how i get this sound we just do what we do give you that fix we come in the back like we run this bitch turn the lights down low / and we start the show when i give it to ya / give it right back and it goes take that / take that / cutting off your fun you’re nothing but a butter knife stopping a gun we can dance but your chances are slim to none you can think that i’m finished i have not begun follow me / i got styles / you can copy one back of your mind / i know you wanna stop me son but here’s news for you fucker: that can not be done you can think that i’m finished i have not begun

  
• High Voltage

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  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.