Reading My Eyes
By Linkin Park
2020
2:59
Official Music Video
Reading My Eyes by Linkin Park
Lyrics & Translation
English
[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
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Reading My Eyes by Linkin Park
Reading My Eyes* (original Linkin Park)
[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
Reading My Eyes (traducción LyricVerse Team)
[Mike Shinoda:]
El abusador del micrófono, el que desnuda con machete
Resurrector de mierda tipo "estúpido-genial-fresco"
Top gun, el mejor de los mejores de Miramar
El que deja a un MC en paz y descanso
Probador de habilidad, el que flexiona al pistolero
El que hace más divertido, el que hace huir al adversario
El que enfría el verano con las rimas que escupo
Pateo el don al ingenio delincuente elevado
Soy profeta, ¿mi mano—la superas? Detente
Vuelo como cohete cuando lo muevo
Lo aseguro con este verso perverso
Cada maldita maldición, una explosión de dolor
Muevo multitudes: rimas de aptitud física
Los cocainómanos no podrían hacer mis líneas
Estoy decorado como pinos de Navidad
Mi batallón la rompe
Los MCs se convierten en siluetas de tiza
[Mark Wakefield:]
Leer mis ojos lo dirá de muchas maneras
Perder mi orgullo lo salvará en muchos días
[Mike Shinoda:]
Cae al suelo porque las palabras que escupo
Harán más que solo rasgar tu camisa
Abofetearé tu alma, contacta el control de pista
¿Vienes por mí? No puedes con esto, sin embargo
Tan ridículo, ver a mi crew enfermarse con esto
Maldad, lanzando esto, ferocidad lírica
A crews y pandillas, hechos de hombres y amantes
Esta es mi vida: el crepúsculo y la noche de pelea
Y tratando de ver nada más que los momentos destacados cuando escribo
Estos ojos en horizontes, mueren por mi canción, lloran rimas en Krylon
Fuego, muevo hombres telequinéticamente
Hablando esotéricamente al ritmo con claridad
Siente mis verdades, heroísmo de herejía
Y corto a cada MC que veo con severidad
[Mark Wakefield:]
Leer mis ojos lo dirá de muchas maneras
Perder mi orgullo lo salvará en muchos días
[Mark Wakefield:]
¿Por qué no... lo que vine... ¿Por qué no... lo que vine...
[2x]
¿Por qué no me das lo que vine a merecer?
¿Por qué no me das lo que vine a creer?
¿Por qué?
¡Ah! ¡Ah! ¡Uh!
[Mark Wakefield:]
Leer mis ojos lo dirá de muchas maneras
Perder mi orgullo lo salvará en muchos días
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