Reading My Eyes (Xero Demo)歌词
作词 : Mark Wakefield/Mike Shinoda
作曲 : Mark Wakefield/Mike Shinoda
Reading My Eyes (Xero Demo) - Linkin Park (林肯公园)
Lyrics by：Mark Wakefield/Mike Shinoda
The microphone molester machete undresser
Stupid-d**e fresh type s**t resurrector
Top gun miramar best of the bester
The leave an MC peace in rester
The skill tester the flex the gunner
The make-funner the adversary make runner
Make summer cold with rhymes I spit
Kick gift to lifted delinquent wit
I be prophet my hand top it
Stop it
Fly like rocket when I rock it
Lock it down with this perverse verse
Every f**king curse a burst of hurt
Move crowds physical fitness rhymes
Coke heads couldn't do my lines
I'm decorated like Christmas pines
My battalion rocks
MC's 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 'cause the words I spit
Will do more than just rip your shirt
I'll b***h slap your soul contact the track control
You're coming at me
You can't hack it though
So ridiculous watching my crew get sick of this
Wickedness pitching 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 telekinetically
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
Why
Reading my eyes will say it in many ways
Losing my pride will save it in many days
作曲 : Mark Wakefield/Mike Shinoda
Reading My Eyes (Xero Demo) - Linkin Park (林肯公园)
Lyrics by：Mark Wakefield/Mike Shinoda
The microphone molester machete undresser
Stupid-d**e fresh type s**t resurrector
Top gun miramar best of the bester
The leave an MC peace in rester
The skill tester the flex the gunner
The make-funner the adversary make runner
Make summer cold with rhymes I spit
Kick gift to lifted delinquent wit
I be prophet my hand top it
Stop it
Fly like rocket when I rock it
Lock it down with this perverse verse
Every f**king curse a burst of hurt
Move crowds physical fitness rhymes
Coke heads couldn't do my lines
I'm decorated like Christmas pines
My battalion rocks
MC's 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 'cause the words I spit
Will do more than just rip your shirt
I'll b***h slap your soul contact the track control
You're coming at me
You can't hack it though
So ridiculous watching my crew get sick of this
Wickedness pitching 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 telekinetically
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
Why
Reading my eyes will say it in many ways
Losing my pride will save it in many days
