intro
You could put a label on a life
Put a label on a lifestyle" (sometimes)
"You know, put a label on how you wake up every morning
And go to bed at night" (Hybrid)
verse
I've been digging in the crates
Ever since I was living in space
Before the rat race, before monkeys had human traits
I mastered numerology and big bang theology
Preformed lobotomies with telekinetic psychology
verse
Invented the mic so I could start blessing it
Chin-checking kids to make my point like an impressionist
Many men have tried to shake us
But I twist mic cords to double-helixes
And show them what I'm made of
verse
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 infinity, let icons be bygones
verse
I put a kick in the backbones of clones with microphones
Never satisfied my rhymes jones
Spraying bright day over what you might say
My blood type's Krylon, Technicolor Type-A
verse
Meant to put you away with a pencil pistol official
Sixteen lines, a rhyme missile
While you risk your all, I pick at all your flaws
Spittin' rah blah blah blah, you can say you saw
verse
And like the rock and rap, you know what I mean?
People actin' like, you know, "Wow, that's a new invention!"
It is constantly changing" (sometimes)
Everybody's always tryna to put labels on
There ain't no label for this sh-
They always gonna try to put a label on it
Try to create somethin' so they could water it down"
bridge
Sometimes, I feel like a prophet
Misunderstood and under the gun
Like a new disease, disease, disease...
Sometimes, I feel like a prophet
Misunderstood and under the gun
Like a new disease, disease, disease...
Writer(s): Mike Shinoda, Chester Charles Bennington, Joseph Hahn, Brad Delson, Robert G. Bourdon