Reading My Eyes lyrics - Xero

[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
The make summer cold with rhymes I spit
Kick gift to lifted delinquent wit
I be prophet, my hand—top it? Stop it
Fly like rocket when I rock it
Lock it down with this perverse verse
Every fuckin' 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
MCs become silhouettes of chalk

[Mark Wakefield:]
Reading my eyes will say it in many ways
Losing my pride will save it in many days

[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 with this
Wickedness, pitchin' this, lyrical viciousness
To crews and cliques, made of men and mistresses
This is my life: the twilight and 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 verities, heroism of heresy
And sever every MC I see with severity

[Mark Wakefield:]
Reading my eyes will say it in many ways
Losing my pride will save it in many days

[Mark Wakefield:]
Why not... what I came... Why not... what I came...

[2x]
Why not give me what I came to deserve?
Why not give me what I came to believe?

Why?
Ah! Ah! Uh!

[Mark Wakefield:]
Reading my eyes will say it in many ways
Losing my pride will save it in many days