Linkin Park Reading My Eyes Lyrics

The microphone molester, machete undresser
"Stupid-dope-fresh" type s___ resurrector
Top gun, miramar, best of the best-er
The leave-an-MC-peace-in-rest-er
Still tester, the flex-er-gunner
The make funner, the adversary make runner
Make summer cold with rhymes I spit
Kick gift to lifted delinquent wit
I be the prophet, my rhyme - top it? Stop it.
Fly like rocket when I rock it
Lock it down with this perverse verse
Every f___ing curse a burst of hurt
Move crowds: physical fitness rhymes
c__e 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 because the words I spit will
do more than just rip your shirt
I'll b____ slap your soul, contact the track control
You coming at me? you can't hack it though
So ridiculous, watching my crew get sick of this
Wickedness, pitchin' this
Lyrical viciousness to crews and cliques
Made of men and mistresses
This is my life, the twilight in 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 telekenetically
Esoterically beat-speaking with clarity
Feel my verity, 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

Reading my eyes will say it in many ways
Losing my pride will save it in many days