Linkin Park:Fuse
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This song is performed by Linkin Park and appears on the album Xero Demo Tape (1997).
"Of course you know what a fuse is...
It's a long piece of cord impregnated with gun powder
When you strike a match and light it
It burns, fitfully, spiraling to it's end
At which there is, a little surprise"
From the planet of Krypton
Short suit emcees will be ripped on
You fell off and it's my lyric sheet you slipped on
Get gone, spit on mic's made in Hong Kong
Rock on, sing songs, we're mightier than King Kong
A donkey, you think you want me? Or want this?
Want some? Hold your reputation for ransom
With these here, handsomely crafted tactics
To break a snake emcee like a cheap profilactic
Galactic, spaced out, yeah that grabs attention
Crackheads nodded like the Feds can't even mention
Ride up ass cracks, gas, tracks and sections
Kid's ethnicity; witness protection
Try to see the light
Can you see it?
I'll be here
Try to see the light
If you see it
I'll be here
"Dig this"
It was the junkyard crooked letter C-I-entific
Duck us, the ruckus I'll bring stings your eardrums
Hear one, 'la la la' loose, find me fearsome
Opposing troops on my home front shall be gone
Testing the eight-hundred, eighteenth batallion
Shall I go on? Cruise run like rebels
Enola Gay rhymes kick the notch up a level
In intesity, send back attacks that you sent to me
Blow up your spot with grenades that were meant for me
MP3 versus R33 emcees
Swiss cheese your ear putting shrapnel in the breeze
I lead emcees of enemy companies
With my hand full of lyrics talking 'bout "you want these?"
Please, don't even speak the name of channels
And low gadget mic shit, put it down like pens
For my friends and my fam'
Like I'm dodgin' a ram
His mic shot through the back of an emcee's hand
With the strength of He-Man? Attention:
You don't want that, close body fields in hand to hand combat
Battle cats, it's like the section of speech
Warfare, words slashin' three quarters deep
KP-4, aimed lyricals shots; get with it
Don't question my intention when your butt gets kicked
Try to see the light
Can you see it?
I'll be here
(Teflon metallic syllabalic attacks)
Try to see the light
If you see it
I'll be here
(Breakin' emcees with these lyrically back smacks)
Why wait, I didn't look down at my soul
Try to see the light
Can you see it?
I'll be here
(Teflon metallic syllabalic attacks)
Try to see the light
If you see it
I'll be here
(Breakin' emcees with these lyrically back smacks)
It's a long piece of cord impregnated with gun powder
When you strike a match and light it
It burns, fitfully, spiraling to it's end
At which there is, a little surprise"
From the planet of Krypton
Short suit emcees will be ripped on
You fell off and it's my lyric sheet you slipped on
Get gone, spit on mic's made in Hong Kong
Rock on, sing songs, we're mightier than King Kong
A donkey, you think you want me? Or want this?
Want some? Hold your reputation for ransom
With these here, handsomely crafted tactics
To break a snake emcee like a cheap profilactic
Galactic, spaced out, yeah that grabs attention
Crackheads nodded like the Feds can't even mention
Ride up ass cracks, gas, tracks and sections
Kid's ethnicity; witness protection
Try to see the light
Can you see it?
I'll be here
Try to see the light
If you see it
I'll be here
"Dig this"
It was the junkyard crooked letter C-I-entific
Duck us, the ruckus I'll bring stings your eardrums
Hear one, 'la la la' loose, find me fearsome
Opposing troops on my home front shall be gone
Testing the eight-hundred, eighteenth batallion
Shall I go on? Cruise run like rebels
Enola Gay rhymes kick the notch up a level
In intesity, send back attacks that you sent to me
Blow up your spot with grenades that were meant for me
MP3 versus R33 emcees
Swiss cheese your ear putting shrapnel in the breeze
I lead emcees of enemy companies
With my hand full of lyrics talking 'bout "you want these?"
Please, don't even speak the name of channels
And low gadget mic shit, put it down like pens
For my friends and my fam'
Like I'm dodgin' a ram
His mic shot through the back of an emcee's hand
With the strength of He-Man? Attention:
You don't want that, close body fields in hand to hand combat
Battle cats, it's like the section of speech
Warfare, words slashin' three quarters deep
KP-4, aimed lyricals shots; get with it
Don't question my intention when your butt gets kicked
Try to see the light
Can you see it?
I'll be here
(Teflon metallic syllabalic attacks)
Try to see the light
If you see it
I'll be here
(Breakin' emcees with these lyrically back smacks)
Why wait, I didn't look down at my soul
Try to see the light
Can you see it?
I'll be here
(Teflon metallic syllabalic attacks)
Try to see the light
If you see it
I'll be here
(Breakin' emcees with these lyrically back smacks)
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