| Mike Shinoda | | [Linkin Park] | | Membre |  | | 38 messages postés |
|  Posté le 16-09-2004 à 17:45:25   
| Yo. Yo.
Peep the style and the kids checkin for it,
The number one question is how could you ignore it?
And drop right back in the cut
Over basement tracks with rap sack
Got you back in the sup
We just rollin' with the rhythm,
Fast from the ashes of stylist division.
We these nonstop lyrics of life livin
Not to be forgotten but still unforgiven
When in the mean time there are those who wanna talk
This and that so what suppose that ?
It gets to the point to where feelings gotta get hurt
And get dirty with the people spreading the dirt ?
It goes...
I tried to give you warning
But everyone ignores me.
[I told you everything loud and clear]
But Nobody's Listening.
Call to you so clearly
But you don't want to hear me.
[I told you everything loud and clear]
But Nobody's Listening.
I got a heart full of pain, head full of stress, handful of anger Hell did my chest
And everything left is waste of time
I hate my rhymes, but hate everyone else's more.
I'm riding on the back of this pressure
Guessing that its better I can't keep myself together.
Because all of this stress gave me something to write on
Pain gave me something I could set my sights on.
Never forget the Blood, sweat and tears,
The uphill struggle over years.
The fear and the trash talking to the people it was to,
And the people that started it just like you.
I got a heart full of pain, head full of stress, handful of anger
Hell did my chest
Uphill stuggle, blood, sweat and tears,
Nothing to gain, everything to fear.
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