A Place For My Head
Linkin Park
3:05The microphone molester, machete undresser "Stupid-dope-fresh" type shit resurrector Top gun, Miramar best-of-the-best-er The leave-an-MC-peace-in-rest-er Skill tester, the flex-the-gunner The make-funner, the adversary make runner The make summer cold with rhymes I spit Kick gift to lifted delinquent wit I be the prophet, my hand top it? Stop it Fly like rocket when I rock it Lock it down with this perverse verse Every fuckin' curse a burst of hurt Move crowds, physical fitness rhymes Coke heads couldn't do my lines I'm decorated like Christmas pines My battalion rocks Mcs become silhouettes of chalk Reading my eyes will say it in many ways Losing my pride will save it in many days Hit the dirt 'cause the words I spit will Do more than just rip your shirt I'll bitch slap your soul, contact the track control You're coming at me? You can't hack it though So ridiculous, watching my crew get sick with this Wickedness, pitchin' this, lyrical viciousness To crews and cliques, made of men and mistresses This is my life, the twilight and the fight night And trying to see nothing but the highlights when I write These eyes on horizons, die for my song, cry rhymes in Krylon Fire on, move men telekinetically Esoterically beat-speaking with clarity Feel my verities, heroism of heresy And sever every MC 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 came Why not What I came Why not What I came 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? Why? Ah, ah, uh Reading my eyes will say it in many ways Losing my pride will save it in many days