H! Vltg3 |
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H! Vltg3 Lyrics |
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 Verse 1:I`ve been diggin` into crates ever since I was livin` in space; before the rat race, 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 and double helixes and show them what I`m made of. I buckle knees like leg braces; cast a spell of instrumental-ness and all of you emcees who hate us. So you can try on -- leave you without a shoulder to cry on; from now to infinity let icons be bygones. I fire bomb -- ghostly notes haunt this; I tried threats; but moved on to a promise. I stomp s*** with or without an accomplice; and run the gauntlet with whoever that wants this. Chorus: High voltage... (This is the unforgetable sound) High voltage... (bringin` you up and takin` you down) High voltage... (comin` at you from every side) High voltage... (makin` the rhythm and rhyme collide) Verse 2: [Akira...] 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; cages of wind and cages of tin that bounce all around-- Surround sound; devouring the scene-- Subliminal gangrene paintings -- overall the same thing. Sing-song, karaoke copy bulls***; break bones verbally with sticks and stone tactics; Fourth dimension -- combat convention; write rhymes at ease while the track stands at attention. Meant to put you away, with the pencil-pistol-official; 16-lines a rhyme missle. While you risk your all, I`ll pick out all your flaws, Spittin` rah-blah-blah-blah; you can say you saw... [Chorus x2] Verse 3: Who`s the man demandin` you hand over your Land Rover? No man`s bolder than the Pharoah when he jams your plans over. I inflict sclerosis; the most ferocious-- when I spy my third-eye is extremely high voltage. That`s why I need Ruby Quartz glasses-- `cause when I glance there`s a chance that I might blast the masses. Subliminals transmitted through piano-- integrated in flow; calculated in nano. I use skills when I need; please heed the rhyme-- I heal when I bleed when I proceed through time. I walk through walls and inanimate obstacles; by inducing the reduction of cells and molecules. I bring the knowledge; you swallow a steak that`s a hologram-- I box your head, fatten your lip like Collagen. The telepath delivers verses with no postage-- Pharaoh Monch, Mike Shinoda we high voltage. [Chorus x2] [Turntables] |
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