High Voltage
Linkin Park - Hybrid Theory
You could put a label on a life
put a label on a lifestyle
put a label on how you wake up every morning and go to bed at night
I've been diggin' into crates ever since I was livin' in space
before monkeys had human traits
I mastered numerology and Big Bang theology
Performed lobotomies with telekinetic psychology
Invented the mic so I could start blessin' it
Chin-checkin' kids to make my point like an impressionist
Many men have tried to shake us
But I twist mic cords in double helixes and show them what I'm made of
I buckle knees like leg braces
Cast the spell of instrumental-ness and all of you MCs who hate us
Leave you without a shoulder to cry on
From now to infinity let icons be bygones
I tried threats but moved on to a promise
I stomp shit with or without an accomplice
And run the gauntlet with whoever that wants this
Bringing you up and taking you down
Coming at you from every side
Making the rhythm and rhyme collide
I put a kink in the backbones of clones with microphones
Never satisfy my rhyme jones
Sprayin' bright day over what you might say
My blood type's Krylon Technicolor type A
On highways ride with road rage
Pages of wind and cages of tin that bounce all around
Surround sound devouring the scene
Subliminal gangrene paintings
Sing song karaoke copy bullshit
Break bones verbally with sticks and stone tactics
Write rhymes at ease while the track stands at attention
Meant to put you away with the pencil-pistol
official 16-line the rhyme missile
I pick out all your flaws
Spittin' "rah blah blah blah"
Bringing you up and taking you down
Coming at you from every side
Making the rhythm and rhyme collide
Bringing you up and taking you down
Coming at you from every side
Making the rhythm and rhyme collide
And like the rock and rap
"wow that's a new invention
We're constantly evolving
it is constantly changing
Everybody's always up with labels
there ain't no label for this shit
They're always gonna try to put a label on it
try to create something so they can water it down
Sometimes I feel like a prophet
under the gun like a new disease
Sometimes I feel like a prophet
under the gun like a new disease
Bringing you up and taking you down
Coming at you from every side
Making the rhythm and rhyme collide
Bringing you up and taking you down
Coming at you from every side
Making the rhythm and rhyme collide
Bringing you up and taking you down
Coming at you from every side
Making the rhythm and rhyme collide
Bringing you up and taking you down
Coming at you from every side
Making the rhythm and rhyme collide
You could put a label on a lifestyle