Linkin Park - H! Vltg3

(feat. Evidence, DJ Babu, Pharoahe Monch)



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 human traits

I mastered numerology, big band theology,

performed lobotomies with telekanetic psychology

Invented the mic to so I can start blessin it

Chin-checkin' kids to make my point like an impressionist

Many men have tried to shake us

But I twist mic chords like double helixes to show them 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 cry 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 guan