I’ve been digging into crates ever since I was living in space Before the ratrace, before monkeys had human traits I mastered numerology and Big Bang theology Performed lobotomies with telekinetic psychology Invented the mic so I could start blessing it Chin-checking kids to make my point like an impressionist Many men have tried to shake us But I twist mic cords in double-helixes To show them what I’m made of I buckle knees like leg-braces Cast a spell of instrumentalness on 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 onto a promise I stomp s**t with or without an accomplice And run the gauntlet with whoever that wants this High voltage, This is 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 I put a kink in the backbones of clones with microphones Never satisfied my rhyme jones Spraying bright day over what you might say My blood-type’s Krylon, Technicolour Type-A On highways, right 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 things Sing songs, karaoke, copy, bulls**t Break bones verbally with sticks-and-stones 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, sixteen-line-a-rhyme missile While you risk your all, Ill pick out all your flaws Spin rah, blah, blah, blah, you can say you saw High voltage, This is 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 Who’s the man demanding you hand over your Land Rover? No man’s bolder than the Pharoahe when he jams The plan’s over I inflict sclerosis, the most ferocious When I spy my third eyes extremely high voltage That’s why I need Ruby Quartz glasses ’Cause when I glance there’s a chance I might blast the masses Subliminals trasmitted through piano Integrated in flow, calculated to nano I use skills when I need Please head the rhyme I hear when I plead when I proceed through time I walk through walls an inanimate obsticles Via induced reduction of cells and molecules I bring the knowledge you swallow the state That’s a hologram, I box your head Fatten your lip like Collogen A telepath to deliver verses with no postage Pharoahe Monch, Mike Shinoda We high voltage https://youtube/watch?v=kr5hDTF-C2k
Posted on: Tue, 25 Mar 2014 11:14:27 +0000
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