Linkin Park — Reading My Eyes Live

[Verse 1: Mike Shinoda] The microphone molester, machete undresser "Stupid-dope-fresh" type shit resurrector Top gun, miramar, best-of-the-best-er The leave-an-MC-peace-in-rest-er Skill tester, the flex-the-gunner The make-funner, the adversary make runner Make summer cold with rhymes I spit Kick gift to lifted delinquent wit I be prophet, my rhyme—top it? Stop it Fly like rocket when I rock it Lock it down with this perverse verse Every fucking curse, a burst of hurt Move crowds; physical fitness rhymes Coke heads couldn't do my lines I'm decorated like Christmas pines My battalion rocks MC's become silhouettes of chalk [Chorus: Chester Bennington] Reading my eyes will say it in many ways Losing my pride will save it in many days [Verse 2: Mike Shinoda] Hit the dirt, 'cause the words I spit Will do more than just rip your shirt I'll bitch slap your soul, contact the track control! You're coming at me? You can't hack it, though! So ridiculous, watching my crew get sick of this Wickedness, pitching this Lyrical viciousness to crews and cliques Made of men and mistresses This is my life, the twilight in the fight night And trying to see nothing but the highlights When I write, these eyes on horizons Die for my song, cry rhymes in krylon Fire on, move men telekinetically Esoterically beat-speaking with clarity Feel my verity, heroism of heresy And sever every MC I see with severity! [Chorus: Chester Bennington] Reading my eyes will say it in many ways Losing my pride will save it in many days [Interlude: Chester Bennington] Why not, what I came Why not, what I came Why not, what I came [Bridge: Chester Bennington] Why not give me what I came to deserve? Why not give me what I came to believe? Why not give me what I came to deserve? Why not give me what I came to believe? Why? [Chorus: Chester Bennington] Reading my eyes will say it in many ways Losing my pride will save it in many days