H! VLTG3 (High Voltage Remix)

Sometime, sometime, sometime, sometime... <br>(Hybrid, Linkin Park)<br><br>[Mike Shinoda]<br>I`ve been taken into crates, ever since I was livin` space<br>Before the Rat Race, before monkeys had human traits<br>I mastered Numerology and Big Bang theology<br>Performed labotomies with telekinetic psychology<br>Invented the mic, so I could start blessin` it<br>Chin-checkin` kids to make my point like an impressionist<br>Many men have tried to shake us, but I twist mic cords<br>And double helixes and show them what I`m made of<br>I buckle knees like leg braces<br>Cast a spell of instrumentalists on all of you emcees who hate us<br>So you can try on, leave you without a shoulder to cry on<br>From now to infinity, let icons be bygones<br>I fire bombs, ghostly notes haunt this<br>I tried threats but moved on to a promise<br>I stomp shit with or without an accomplice<br>And run the gauntlet with whoever that wants this<br><br>[Chorus: Mike Shinoda]<br>High voltage (this is the unforgettable sound)<br>High voltage (bringin` you up and takin` you down)<br>High voltage (comin` at you from every side)<br>High voltage (mixin` the rhythm and rhymes live)<br><br>[Mike Shinoda]<br>I put a kink in the backbones of clones with microphones<br>Never satisfy my rhyme jones<br>Sprayin` bright day over what you might say<br>My blood type`s Krylon, technicolor, type A<br>On highways, write with road rage<br>Pages of wind and cages of tin that bounce all around <br>Surround sound, devouring the scene<br>Subliminal gang green paintings over all the same things<br>Sing-song karaoke copy bullshit<br>Break bones verbally with sticks and stone tactics<br>Four dimension, combat convention<br>Write rhymes at ease while the track stands at attention<br>Meant to put you away with the pencil pistol<br>Official sixteen line, the rhyme missile<br>While you risk your all, I pick out all your flaws<br>Spittin` raw blah blah blah, you can say you saw<br><br>[Chorus x2]<br><br>[Pharoahe Monch]<br>Who`s the man demandin you hand over your Land Rover<br>No man`s bolder than Pharoahe when he jams your plan`s over<br>I inflict sclerosis; the most ferocious<br>When I spy my third eye`s extremely high voltage<br>That`s why I need ruby quartz glasses<br>Cause when I glance there`s a chance I might blast the masses<br>Subliminals, transmitted through piano<br>Integrated in flow, calculated in nano<br>I use skills when I need, please heed the rhyme I heal<br>When I bleed when I proceed through time<br>I walk through walls and inanimate obstacles<br>Mind noose to the reduction of cells and molecules<br>I bring the knowledge, you swallow a steak, that`s a hologram<br>I bumped your head, fattened your lip like Colagin<br>Telepath, deliver verses with no postage<br>Pharoahe Monch, Mike Shinoda, we high voltage<br><br>[Chorus x2]<br><br>[Mr. Hahn scratches to end]