Linkin Park

LP4ever · Početnik Domaćeg.de

Ovo je pesma Xero-a (stari naziv Linkin Parka)...

Xero-Fuse

Of course you know what a fuse is...
It's a long piece of cord impregnated with gun powder
When you strike a match and light it
It burns, fitfully, sputteringly to it's end
At which there is, a little surprise

Krypton, short suit MCs you'll be ripped on
You fell off and it's my lyric sheet you just slipped on
Get gone, spit on mic's made in Hong Kong
Rock on, sing songs, were mightier than King Kong
A donkey, you think you want me or want this
Want some, hold your reputation for ransom
With these here, handsomely crafted tactics
To break a snake and see like a cheap profilactic
Galactic, space now, yeah that grabs attention
Crackheads nodded like a pest can't even mention
Right a pest traps gas tracks in sections
Kid steps this, he needs witness protection

Trying to see while I
Can you see it?
I'll be here
Trying to see while I
If you see it
I'll be here

It was the junkyard crooked letter C-I-entific
Duck us, the ruckus I'll bring stings your eardrum
Hear one, lalala loose, find me fearsome
Opposing troops on my home front shall be gone
Testing the eight-hundred, eighteenth batallion
Shall I go on, cruise run like rebels
Enola Gay rhymes kicked the notch up a level
In intesity, send back attacks that you sent to me
Blow up your spot with grenades that were meant for me
MP3 versus R33 MCs
Swiss cheese your gear putting shrapnel in the breeze
We're lead MCs with enemy companies
With my hand full of lyrics talking 'bout you want these?
Please, don't even speak the name of channels
And low gadget mic shit, put it down like pens
For my friends and my fam
Let them dodge it around
This mic shot through the back of an MC's hand
With the strength that he had a bridge
You don't want that, close body fields in hand to hand combat
Battle cats, it's like the sectional speech warfare words, slash cords
P4A lyrical shots get ripped don't question my intention when your butt gets kicked

Trying to see while I
If you see it
I'll be here
Tech broke italic syllabalic attacks
Trying to see while I
If you see it
I'll be here
You want these MCs lyrically back smacks

Why wait, I didn't look down myself (8x)
Trying to see while I
If you see it
I'll be here
You want these MCs lyrically back smacks

Enjoy....

By LP4ever

LP4ever · Početnik Domaćeg.de

"System"

You fell away,
What more can I say?
The feelings evolved,
I won't let it out,
I can't replace...
Your screaming face,
Feeling the sickness inside

Why won't you die?
Your blood in mine…
We'll be fine…
Then your body will be mine

So many words
Can't describe my face
This feeling's evolved
So soon to break out
I can't relate
to a happy state
feeling the blood run inside

Why won't you die?
Your blood in mine…
We'll be fine…
Then your body will be mine

Why is everything so fucking hard for me?
Keep me down to what you think I should be!
Must you tempt me and provoke the ministry?

Keep on trying I’ll not die so easily

I will not die…

Why is everything so fucking hard for me?

I will not die…

Why is everything so fucking hard for me?

I will not die…

Why won't you die?
Your blood is mine….
We'll be fine….
Then your body will be mine [x2][/B]

LP4ever · Početnik Domaćeg.de

"Dedicated"

I have a dream of a scene between the green hills
Clouds pull away and the sunlight's revealed
People don't talk about keeping it real
It's understood that they actually will
And intoxicated and stimulated emcees
Staring in the trees, paranoid, are gone in the breeze
Watch them flee, hip-hop hits
Take a walk with me and what you'll see
Is a land where the sand is made up of crushed up wax
And the sky beyond you is krylon blue
And everybody speaks in a dialect of rhyme
And emcees have left materialism behind them
Meanwhile I just grip my mic
And hope me and my team make it through alright
Because say what you will, and say what you might
But don't ignore who it's for at the end of the night

[CHORUS]
Because this is dedicated to the kids
Dedicated to wherever music lives
Dedicated to those tired of the same ol' same
And dedicated to the people advancin' the game
What's real is the kids who know that something's wrong
What's real is the kids who think they don't belong
What's real is the kids who have nowhere to run
Who are hiding in the shadows waiting for the sun

I've seen a lot of shit, I've talked to a bum
Out on sunset strip, he asked me "How would you feel
If everybody acted like you didn't exist
You'd lose your grip, probably eventually flip."
So let it be known, the only reason that we do this
Is so you can pick it up and just bang your head to it
While emcees fight to see who can be the commonest
Be floatin overhead like a space odyssey monolith
Over seeing the game, over being part of the same ol' thing
It's all gonna change in a hurricane of darkness and pain
And acidic rain and promises that you won't do it again
Meanwhile I just grip my mic
And hope me and my team make it through alright
Because say what you will, and say what you might
But don't ignore who it's for at the end of the night

[Chorus]

Pulling me close, the shadow is warm inside
This is where I feel at home, this is my place to hide
Pulling me close, the shadow is warm inside
This is where I feel at home, this is my place to hide

[Chorus]

This is dedicated to the kids
Dedicated to wherever music lives
Dedicated to those tired of the same ol' same
And dedicated to the people advancin' the game
What's real, everybody who doesn't feel safe
What's real, everybody who knows they're out of place
What's real, anybody with nowhere to run
Who hides in the shadows waiting for the sun

milicik · Prijatelj foruma

What I've Done

In this farewell
There's no blood
There's no alibi
Cause I've drawn regret
From the truth of a thousand lies
So let mercy come and wash away...

(Chorus)
What I've done
I'll face myself
To cross out what I've become
Erase myself
And let go of what I've done

Put to rest
What you thought of me
While I clean this slate
With the hands of uncertainty
So let mercy come and wash away...

(Chorus)

For what I've done
I start again
And whatever pain may come
Today this ends
I'm forgiving what I've done

I'll face myself
To cross out what I've become
Erase myself
And let go of what I've done
(na na na na)
(na na na na)
(na na na na)
(na na na na)
What I've done
(na na na na)
(na na na na)
Forgiving what I've done
(na na na na)
(na na na na)

milicik · Prijatelj foruma

A Place For My Head

I watch how the moon sits in the sky

On a dark night shining with the light from the sun

The sun doesn’t give light to the moon

Assuming the moon’s going to owe it one

It makes me think of how you act to me

You do favors and then rapidly

You just turn around and start asking me about

Things you want back from me

Bridge:

I’m sick of the tension, sick of the hunger

Sick of you acting like I owe you this

Find another place to feed your greed

While I find a place to rest

I want to be in another place

I hate when you say you don’t understand

(You’ll see it’s not meant to be)

I want to be in the energy, not with the enemy

A place for my head

Maybe someday I’ll be just like you, and

Step on people like you do and

Run away the people I thought I knew

I remember back then who you were

You used to be calm, used to be strong

Used to be generous, but you should’ve known

That you’d wear out your welcome

Now you see how quiet it is, all alone

Bridge (2x)

Chorus:

You try to take the best of me

Go away (8x)

Chorus

Bridge (2x)

Lylyth · Upućeni član

Bleed It Out

Here we go for the hundredth time,
Hand grenade pins in every line,
Throw 'em up and let something shine.
Going out of my f**king mind.
Filthy mouth, no excuse.
Find a new place to hang this noose.
String me up from atop these roofs.
Knot it tight so I won't get loose.
Truth is you can stop and stare,
Bled myself out and no one cares.
Dug a trench out, laid down there
With a shovel up out to reach somewhere.
Yeah someone pour it in,
Make it a dirt dance floor again.
Say your prayers and stomp it out,
When they bring that chorus in.

I bleed it out,
Digging deeper just to throw it away.
I bleed it out,
Digging deeper just to throw it away.
I bleed it out,
Digging deeper just to throw it away,
Just to throw it away,
Just to throw it away.

I bleed it out.
Go, stop the show.
Choppy words and a sloppy flow.
Shotgun opera, lock and load,
Cock it back and then watch it go.
Mama help me, I've been cursed,
Death is rolling in every verse.
Candy paint on his brand new hearse.
Can't contain him, he knows he works.
F**k this hurts, I won't lie.
Doesn't matter how hard I try.

Half the words don't mean a thing,

And I know that I won't be satisfied.
So why, try ignoring him.
Make it a dirt dance floor again.
Say your prayers and stomp it out,
When they bring that chorus in.

I bleed it out,
Digging deeper just to throw it away.
I bleed it out,
Digging deeper just to throw it away.
I bleed it out,
Digging deeper just to throw it away,
Just to throw it away,
Just to throw it away.

I bleed it out.
I've opened up these scars,
I'll make you face this.
I pulled myself so far,
I'll make you face this now.

I bleed it out,
Digging deeper just to throw it away.
I bleed it out,
Digging deeper just to throw it away.
I bleed it out,
Digging deeper just to throw it away,
Just to throw it away,
Just to throw it away.

I bleed it out,
Digging deeper just to throw it away.
I bleed it out,
Digging deeper just to throw it away.
I bleed it out,
Digging deeper just to throw it away,
Just to throw it away,
Just to throw it away.

I bleed it out.
I bleed it out.
I bleed it out.