High Voltage

• Linkin Park
• Hybrid Theory

You know what I mean?

You could put a label on a life, put a label on a lifestyle

(Sometimes)

You know, put a label on how you wake up every morning and go to bed at night

(Hybrid)

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 in double helixes and show them what I’m made of

I buckle knees like leg braces

Cast the spell of instrumental-ness and all of you MCs 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 shit with or without an accomplice

And run the gauntlet with whoever that wants this

High Voltage

The unforgettable sound

High Voltage

Bringing you up and taking you down

High Voltage

Coming at you from every side

High Voltage

Making the rhythm and rhyme collide

(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

Pages 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 bullshit

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-line the rhyme missile

While you risk your all, I pick out all your flaws

Spittin’ “rah blah blah blah”

You can say you saw

And like the rock and rap, you know what I mean?

People acting like, you know, “wow that’s a new invention, that shit’s brand new”

We’re constantly evolving, it is constantly changing

(Sometimes)

There’s a lot of change

Everybody’s always up with labels, there ain’t no label for this shit

They’re always gonna try to put a label on it, try to create something so they can water it down

Sometimes I feel like a prophet

Misunderstood, under the gun like a new disease

You know what I mean?

You could put a label on a lifestyle