文本歌词

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**ch 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