Linkin Park
"Reading My Eyes"


The Microphone Molesta 
The chevy undressed 
Stupid dope fresh tight shit resurrector 
Top gun man mod best of the besta 
The living MC peace and resta 
Still tested the flexed gunna 
The make funna the appisary make runna 
Make summa cold with rhymes that spit 
Get gifted, lifted, delinquent wit 
I be the prophet, in my hand 
Top it, stop it, felt like rockin when I rock it 
Locked it down with this perverse verse 
Every fuckin curse I burst to hurt 
Room crowds physical fitness rhymes 
Coke heads couldn't do my lines 
Decorated like Christmas pines with Italian rocks 
MCs become silhouettes in shock 

Chorus: 
Reading my eyes will say it in many ways 
Losing my pride will save it in many days 

Hit the dirt 
Because the words I spit will do more than just rip your shirt 
I'll bitch slap your soul 
Track the track control 
You coming at me? 
You can't hack it though 
So ridiculous 
Watching my crew get sick of this 
Wickedness 
Pitchin this 
Lyrical brichisness 
To crews and cliques 
Maiden, men, and mistresses 
This is my life 
The twilight, the fight night 
And trying to see nothing but the highlights 
When I write 
These eyes on horizons 
Top of Mike, start cries on to Krylon 
Fire on, rude men telekinetically 
As aterically beats become a clarity 
Feel averity's heroism, and heracy 
And severe every MC I see with Neverity 

Chorus 

Why not 
What a keep (3x) 

Why not give me what I came to deserve 
Why not give me what I came to believe (2x) 

Chorus