I Have Not Begun (2009 Demo)
By Linkin Park
2022
2:06
Official Music Video
I Have Not Begun (2009 Demo) by Linkin Park
Lyrics & Translation
English
Ladies and gents, sorry to keep ya'll waiting
This goes out to everybody still hating
For those that fake, ya'll can keep on fakin'
I'm cooking a plate for you to stick your whole face in
Tastes good, don't it, cousin?
Just so you know it's nothin'
I get you buggin' like some codeine in some Robitussin
It's just the way that I approach each time
I slap the track and turn around and choke each rhyme
Broadcast to the nation like NBC
With pages of 16s like an MPC
Deliver an ass-whipping via MP3
Giving you people more reality than MTV
Do it PPV
Snap necks with the pressure
Make a mess
Then carry you out on a stretcher
You could sue, but—ooh—the law won't protect ya
Even the court room sketcher could not sketch ya
You're not following me
Got your number like Caller ID
Try it, you can holler at me
I promise you pain
I will chop your body in threes
And you'll be sitting there stuttering, "Proba-bably."
Follow me
I got styles
You can copy one
Back of your mind
I know you wanna stop me, son
But here's news for you, fucker: that can not be done
You can think that I am finished I have not begun
I'm grinding
Putting these kids to bed
You think you're hard-boiled
Fucker, you're an Easter egg
You got a pastel shell and a soft inside
Squash your pride
You think I fucking lost my mind
I'm not playing
I might as well be making a bomb
I lay you down to foundation when I'm taking you on
Bet the farm on the rhyme for the sake of my mom
She's like,
"Mike, show these pigs what kind of bacon you're on."
It's funny but don't laugh
Money with no cash
The villain of vocab
I'm killing this notepad
The realest I wrote man
You don't even know half
I'm banking a full tank
You're running on low gas
Take that
I'm cutting off your fun
You're nothing but a butter knife stopping a gun
We can dance but your chances are slim to none
And you can think that I am finished I have not begun
Got a razor-blade tongue and I get this done
No running just dumping on your clique for fun
Machine Shop got it locked like the game's a joke
Say something funny get the whole gang provoked
Better buckle down, fucker
Go get your own
We been working ten years just to get this known
The people on the block starting to get numb
They expect that it's fresh when the new shit come
Here it goes, let 'em know they can fix the frown
Railroad rap hot tracks running you down
And they ask and repeat how I do this now
Like I'm really gonna tell 'em how I get this sound
We just do what we do, give you that fix
We come in the back like we run this bitch
Turn the lights down low
And we start the show
When I give it to ya
Give it right back and it goes
Take that
Take that
Cutting off your fun
You're nothing but a butter knife stopping a gun
We can dance but your chances are slim to none
You can think that I am finished I have not begun
Follow me
I got styles
You can copy one
Back of your mind
I know you wanna stop me son
But here's news for you fucker: that can not be done
You can think that I am finished I have not begun
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of I Have Not Begun (2009 Demo) by Linkin Park
I Have Not Begun (2009 Demo)* (original Linkin Park)
Ladies and gents, sorry to keep ya'll waiting
This goes out to everybody still hating
For those that fake, ya'll can keep on fakin'
I'm cooking a plate for you to stick your whole face in
Tastes good, don't it, cousin?
Just so you know it's nothin'
I get you buggin' like some codeine in some Robitussin
It's just the way that I approach each time
I slap the track and turn around and choke each rhyme
Broadcast to the nation like NBC
With pages of 16s like an MPC
Deliver an ass-whipping via MP3
Giving you people more reality than MTV
Do it PPV
Snap necks with the pressure
Make a mess
Then carry you out on a stretcher
You could sue, but—ooh—the law won't protect ya
Even the court room sketcher could not sketch ya
You're not following me
Got your number like Caller ID
Try it, you can holler at me
I promise you pain
I will chop your body in threes
And you'll be sitting there stuttering, "Proba-bably."
Follow me
I got styles
You can copy one
Back of your mind
I know you wanna stop me, son
But here's news for you, fucker: that can not be done
You can think that I am finished I have not begun
I'm grinding
Putting these kids to bed
You think you're hard-boiled
Fucker, you're an Easter egg
You got a pastel shell and a soft inside
Squash your pride
You think I fucking lost my mind
I'm not playing
I might as well be making a bomb
I lay you down to foundation when I'm taking you on
Bet the farm on the rhyme for the sake of my mom
She's like,
"Mike, show these pigs what kind of bacon you're on."
It's funny but don't laugh
Money with no cash
The villain of vocab
I'm killing this notepad
The realest I wrote man
You don't even know half
I'm banking a full tank
You're running on low gas
Take that
I'm cutting off your fun
You're nothing but a butter knife stopping a gun
We can dance but your chances are slim to none
And you can think that I am finished I have not begun
Got a razor-blade tongue and I get this done
No running just dumping on your clique for fun
Machine Shop got it locked like the game's a joke
Say something funny get the whole gang provoked
Better buckle down, fucker
Go get your own
We been working ten years just to get this known
The people on the block starting to get numb
They expect that it's fresh when the new shit come
Here it goes, let 'em know they can fix the frown
Railroad rap hot tracks running you down
And they ask and repeat how I do this now
Like I'm really gonna tell 'em how I get this sound
We just do what we do, give you that fix
We come in the back like we run this bitch
Turn the lights down low
And we start the show
When I give it to ya
Give it right back and it goes
Take that
Take that
Cutting off your fun
You're nothing but a butter knife stopping a gun
We can dance but your chances are slim to none
You can think that I am finished I have not begun
Follow me
I got styles
You can copy one
Back of your mind
I know you wanna stop me son
But here's news for you fucker: that can not be done
You can think that I am finished I have not begun
I Have Not Begun (2009 Demo) (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Damas y caballeros, disculpen la espera
Esto va para todos los que siguen odiando
Para los que fingen, pueden seguir fingiendo
Estoy cocinando un plato para que metas toda tu cara
Sabe bien, ¿verdad, primo?
Solo para que sepas que no es nada
Te pongo a alucinar como codeína en Robitussin
Es solo la forma en que me acerco cada vez
Golpeo la pista y me doy la vuelta y estrangulo cada rima
Transmitido a la nación como NBC
Con páginas de dieciséis como un MPC
Entrego una paliza vía MP3
Dándoles a ustedes más realidad que MTV
Hazlo PPV
Rompo cuellos con la presión
Hago un desastre
Luego te saco en una camilla
Podrías demandar, pero —ooh— la ley no te protegerá
Ni siquiera el dibujante de la sala de audiencias podría dibujarte
No me estás siguiendo
Tengo tu número como identificador de llamadas
Inténtalo, puedes gritarme
Te prometo dolor
Cortaré tu cuerpo en tres
Y estarás ahí tartamudeando, "Proba-bablemente."
Sígueme
Tengo estilos
Puedes copiar uno
En el fondo de tu mente
Sé que quieres detenerme, hijo
Pero aquí hay noticias para ti, cabrón: eso no se puede hacer
Puedes pensar que he terminado, no he empezado
Estoy machacando
Acostando a estos niños
Crees que eres duro
Cabrón, eres un huevo de Pascua
Tienes una cáscara pastel y un interior suave
Aplasta tu orgullo
Crees que perdí la puta cabeza
No estoy jugando
Bien podría estar haciendo una bomba
Te reduzco a los cimientos cuando te enfrento
Apuesto la granja en la rima por el bien de mi mamá
Ella dice,
"Mike, muéstrales a estos cerdos qué tipo de tocino eres."
Es gracioso pero no te rías
Dinero sin efectivo
El villano del vocabulario
Estoy matando este bloc de notas
Lo más real que escribí, hombre
Ni siquiera sabes la mitad
Estoy llenando un tanque completo
Estás funcionando con poca gasolina
Toma eso
Estoy cortando tu diversión
No eres más que un cuchillo de mantequilla deteniendo un arma
Podemos bailar pero tus posibilidades son escasas o nulas
Y puedes pensar que he terminado, no he empezado
Tengo una lengua afilada como navaja y hago esto
No corro, solo me burlo de tu pandilla por diversión
Machine Shop lo tiene asegurado como si el juego fuera una broma
Di algo gracioso y provoca a toda la pandilla
Mejor ponte serio, cabrón
Ve a conseguir lo tuyo
Hemos estado trabajando diez años solo para que esto se sepa
La gente en el barrio empieza a adormecerse
Esperan que sea fresco cuando llegue la mierda nueva
Aquí va, hazles saber que pueden arreglar el ceño fruncido
Rap de ferrocarril, pistas calientes que te atropellan
Y preguntan y repiten cómo hago esto ahora
Como si realmente fuera a decirles cómo consigo este sonido
Solo hacemos lo que hacemos, te damos esa dosis
Entramos por detrás como si manejáramos esta mierda
Baja las luces
Y empezamos el espectáculo
Cuando te lo doy
Devuélvemelo y sigue
Toma eso
Toma eso
Cortando tu diversión
No eres más que un cuchillo de mantequilla deteniendo un arma
Podemos bailar pero tus posibilidades son escasas o nulas
Puedes pensar que he terminado, no he empezado
Sígueme
Tengo estilos
Puedes copiar uno
En el fondo de tu mente
Sé que quieres detenerme, hijo
Pero aquí hay noticias para ti, cabrón: eso no se puede hacer
Puedes pensar que he terminado, no he empezado
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