Linkin Park - Reading my eyes

The microphone ^C#mmolester, machete undresser "Stupid-dope-fresh" type shit resurrector ^C#mTop gun, miramar, best-of-the-best-er The leave-an-MC-peace-in-rest-er

^C#mThe skill tester, the flex-the-gunner The make-funner, the adversary make runner ^C#mMake summer cold with rhymes I spit Kick gift to lifted delinquent wit

I be^C#m prophet, my hand—top it? Stop it Fly like rocket when I rock it ^C#mLock it down with this perverse verse Every fucking curse, a burst of hurt

^C#mMove crowds; physical fitness rhymes Coke heads couldn't do my lines I'm decorated like C^C#mhristmas pines ^N.C.My battalion rocks MC's become silhouettes of chalk

^C#mReading my ^Beyes will ^Esay it i^Bn man^C#my ways^{B E B C#m}Losing my p^Bride will s^Eave it ^Bin ma^C#mny day^Bs ^{E B}

^C#mHit the dirt 'cause the words I spit Will do more than just rip your shirt I'll bitch slap your ^C#msoul, contact the track control You're coming at me? You can't hack it, though

So rid^C#miculous, watching my crew get sick of this Wickedness, pitching t^C#mhis ^N.C.Lyrical viciousness to crews and cliques Made of men and mistresses

This i^C#ms my life, the twilight in the fight night And trying to see nothing but the highlights When I^C#m write these eyes on horizons Die for my song, cry rhymes in krylon

^C#mFire on, move men telekinetically Esoterically beat-speaking with clarity ^N.C.Feel my verity, heroism of heresy And sever every MC I see with severity

^C#mReading my ^Beyes wil^El say it ^Bin ma^C#mny way^Bs ^{E B C#m}Losing my p^Bride will s^Eave it ^Bin ma^C#mny day^Bs ^{E B}

^C#mWhy not, ^Ewhat I c^D#ame ^C#mWhy not, ^Ewhat I c^D#ame ^C#mWhy not, ^Ewhat I c^D#ame

^C#mWhy not give me what I came to deserve?^{E C#m}Why not give me what I came to believe?^{E C#m}Why not give me what I came to deserve?^{E C#m}Why not give me what I came to believe?^{E C#m}Why?

^C#mReadi^Eng ^C#mmy ey^Ees ^C#mwill say it in many w^Eays^{C#m E C#m C#m}Losin^Eg m^C#my pri^Ede ^C#mwill save it in many ^Eday^C#ms ^{E C#m}