Keys to the Kingdom

• Linkin Park
• The Hunting Party

No control, no surprise

Tossed the keys to the kingdom down that hole in my eye

I’m my own casualty

I fuck up everything I see, fighting in futility

We start the final war, tell me what’s worth fighting for

When we know there’s nothing more

Take the hand or fist just to sell ourselves for this

The path we least resist

I give you what you came for, this is not the same though

Got a different method, but I still can bring the pain, so

Y’all all get that same flow, I got that insane flow

High as y’all can get, you’re never really in my range though

Yes, I’m half Anglo, half-fried panko

All prime-time rhymer, let the bass bang low

All you fucking lames go aiming at my name, know

Careful what you shoot because you might hit what you aim for

Careful what you shoot because you might hit what you aim for

No control, no surprise

Tossed the keys to the kingdom down that hole in my eye

I’m my own casualty

I’m my own casualty