Songtext Rock roll could never hip hop like this Linkin Park

Rock roll could never hip hop like this

I am the original dj jazzy jay from the mighty, mighty zulu nation
And first i’ll say my name is a, original scratch creator grand wizard theodore
For those who don’t know, i started back out in ‘74
Africa bambata, disco king mario, cool herc, grandmaster flash and you know
Some of the pioneers who did it back then you know
Hip-hop is universal now it all depends upon on what you do
Hip-hop is like what you would call the bastard child of a lot of different forms of music
I just feel good that like, like a lot of rock bands are like recognizing the culture
We used to play these beats because they used to drive us on the dance floor
And people don’t really know that it’s a rock record until like the guitars come in and stuff like that
We didn’t have no hip-hop beats back in the days we had to take it from everywhere we could get it from
Just trying to take it to another level
That’s what keeps the music new and keeps it fresh
As far as rock is concerned, i think rock is, you know, a big part of hip hop
Rock helped influence hip-hop, hip-hop helped influence the world

[mike]
Shh
Yeah, hey
Shh
You hear me? ok
Listen

Yo, it’s like a triple-staged darkness, listen and drift
Every muscle in your skin starts to shake and shift
You can hate the gift, but my phrases daze your click
Spray your when i spit, i mean it
You’re just too conceited, repeating and repeating
You’re a thugged out gangster pimp ‘til you believe it
Seems like there’s too much pack, we don’t need it
I’m cool on your heat, you can keep it
It’s not a big secret, this is a game you can’t win
You’re singing the same thing, but we’re bringing the answer
Just close your eyes and pretend again that your skin
Isn’t as thin as the skin you’re in, bitch

Give me a second just to spell it out
So nobody can twist what i’m talking about
I don’t have to fake anything i feel
Because we both know every word is real

Right about now the funk soul brother
Check it out now the funk soul brother

[had some]
I got the skills that contanium, straight to the cranium
Try to play me and we can go to war like iranians
A deep cat, i speak rap, as long as the beat phat
My chain be off the meat rack
Lord finesse, don’t harass the guards with four bars
And piss on like half your squad
So the savage, i don’t give a crap
I don’t harass the people playing russian roulette with automatics
See, on the street i’m top the rank
Three words see when i get the dice stop the bank
Bet against me, you’ll get your ass kicked
Leaving my street team, for nothing but ass whooping
Hard hitters (handsome boys)
The type to sport the chicks on the arm like john ritter
The bomb beat, being stabbing the third
Better play like jehovah witness, just spread the word

[chester]
The sky opens wide, to swallow me again
Once i am inside, i’m lost and can’t pretend
These pictures in my mind are not a part of me
These memories hold in tight, ‘til i can hardly breathe

I can hardly breathe (breathe)
I can hardly breathe (breathe)
I can’t hardly stop the memories

Nothing i can say or do will take away what i’ve been through
What you were is what i’ve come to be…
Nothing you can say to me will take away these memories
What you were is what i’ve come to be…