You know
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Put a label on how you wake up every morning
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And go to bed at night
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Hybrid
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I’ve been diggin into crates ever since I was livin in space
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Before the ratrace, before monkeys had human traits
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I mastered numerology and bigbang theology
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Performed lobotomies with telekinetic psychology
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Invented the mic so I could start blessin it
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Chincheckin kids to make my point like an impressionist
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Many men have tried to shake us
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But I twist mic cords in double helixes and show them what I’m made of
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I buckle knees like leg braces
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Cast the spell of instrumental-ness and all of you emcees who hate us
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So you can try on,
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Leave you without a shoulder to cry on
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From now to infinity let icons be bygones
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I fire bomb ghostly notes haunt this
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I tried threats but moved on to a promise
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I stomp shit with or without an accomplice
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And run the gauntlet with whoever that wants this
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High Voltage
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The unforgettable sound
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High Voltage
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Bringing you up and taking you down
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High Voltage
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Coming at you from every side
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High Voltage
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Making the rhythm and rhyme collide
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Akira, I put a kink in the backbones of clones with microphones
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Never satisfy my rhyme jones
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Sprayin bright day over what you might say
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My Blood type's Krylon Technicolor type A
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On highways ride with road rage
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Cages of wind and cages of tin that bounce all around
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Surround sound
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Devouring the scene
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Subliminal gangrene paintings
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Over while the same thing
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Sing song karaoke copy bullshit
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Break bones verbally with sticks and stone tactics
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Fourth dimension, combat convention
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Write rhymes at ease while the track stands at attention
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Meant to put you away with the pencil
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Pistol, official, 16 line a rhyme missile
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While you risk your all, I pick out all your flaws
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Spin rah, blah blah blah
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You can say you saw
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High Voltage
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The Unforgettable sound
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High Voltage
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Bringing you up and taking you down
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High Voltage
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Coming at you from every side
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High Voltage
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Making the rhythm and rhyme collide
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And like the rock and rap
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You know what i mean
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People act like you know
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Wow that’s a new invention
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That shits brand new
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We're constantly evolving
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It is constantly changing
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Sometimes...
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There's a lot of change
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Everybody's always up with labels
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There ain’t no label for this shit
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They're always gonna try to put a label on it
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Try to create something
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So they can water it down
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Sometimes I feel like a prophet
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Misunderstood
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Under the gun like a new disease
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H! Vltg3 (Evidence Feat. Pharoahe Monch & DJ Babu)
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| Linkin Park |
