Lyrics H! Vltg3 (Evidence Reanimation) - Linkin Park, DJ Babu, Pharoahe Monch

H! Vltg3 (Evidence Reanimation)

Hybrid
I’ve been diggin into crates ever since I was livin in space
Before the rat race, before monkeys human traits
I mastered numerology, big bang theology
performed lobotomies with telekinetic psychology
Invented the mic so I can start blessin it Chin-checkin'kids to make my point like an impressionist
Many men have tried to shake us But I twist mic chords like double helixes
to show them what I’m made of I buckle knees like leg braces, cast a spell of instrumentalist
on all of you MCs who hate us So you can try on, leave you without a shoulder to cry on From now to infinite, let icon be bygones
I fire bombs, 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
High voltage
This is the unforgettable sound
High voltage
Bringin you up and takin you down
High voltage
Comin at you from every side
High voltage
Making the rythm and rhyme collide
I’ve put a kink in the backbones, of clones with microphones
Never satisfied my rhymes jones
Spraying bright day over what you might say
My blood types krylon, Technicolor type A On highways write with road rage
Cages of wind, And cages of tin,
that bounce all around
Surround sound, devouring the scenes
Subliminal gangrene paintings, over all the same things
Sing songs karaoke copy bullshit
Break bones verbally
with sticks and stones tactics
Forth dimension, compact convention
Write rhymes with ease
while the track stands at attention
Meant to put you away with the pencil
Pistol, official, sixteen line, a rhyme missile
While you risk your all I pick out at your flaws
Singing rah blah, blah, blah you can say you saw
High voltage
This is the unforgettable sound
High voltage
Bringin you up and takin you down
High voltage
Comin at you from every side
High voltage
Making the rythm and rhyme collide (2x)
Who’s the man, demanding you hand over your land Rover
the man’s bolder than the Pharoahe
when he jams you glance over
I am visclorosuos, the most ferocious
When I spy my third eye it’s extremely high voltage
That’s why I need ruby quartz glasses,
cause when I glance theres a chance
That I might blast the masses
Subliminals transmitted through piano
Integrated in flow, calculated to nano
I use skills when I need pleas
heats the rhyme I hear when I bleed as I proceed through time
I walk through walls and inanimate obstacles
By enducing the reduction of cells and molecules
I bring the knowledge you swallow a state that’s a hologram
I botch your head, faten your lip like collagen
The telepath delivers verses with no postage
Mike Shinoda, Pharoahe Monche we high voltage
High voltage
This is the unforgettable sound
High voltage
Bringin you up and takin you down
High voltage
Comin at you from every side
High voltage
Making the rythm and rhyme collide (2x)