H! VLTG3 (High Voltage Remix)

Sometime, sometime, sometime, sometime... (Hybrid, Linkin Park) [Mike Shinoda] I've been digging 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 a spell of instrumentalists 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 on to a promise I stomp shit with or without an accomplice And run the gauntlet with whoever that wants this [Hook: Mike Shinoda] 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) [Mike Shinoda] (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, write 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 things Sing-song, karaoke, copy bullshit Break bones verbally with sticks and stone tactics Four 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, the rhyme missile While you risk your all, I pick out all your flaws Spittin' raw blah blah blah, you can say you saw [Hook x2] [Pharoahe Monch] Who's the man demandin you hand over your Land Rover No man's bolder than Pharoahe when he jams your plan's over I inflict sclerosis; the most ferocious When I spy my third eye's extremely high voltage That's why I need ruby quartz glasses Cause when I glance there's a chance that I might blast the masses Subliminals, transmitted through piano Integrated in flow, calculated in nano I use skills when I need, please heed the rhyme I heal When I bleed when I proceed through time I walk through walls and inanimate obstacles By inducing a reduction of cells and molecules I bring the knowledge, you swallow a steak, that's a hologram I bought your head, fattened your lip like Colagin A telepath, deliver verses with no postage Pharoahe Monch, Mike Shinoda, we high voltage [Hook x2] [Mr. Hahn scratches to end]