Linkin Park - Wretches and Kings (Remix) lyrics

[1/2 Hook: Chester Bennington] Steel unload, final blow We the animals take control Hear us now, clear and true Wretches and kings we come for you [Verse 1: Mike Shinoda] To save face, how low can you go Act like ya heard but yet you don't know I act like a murderer, Dexter with the flow They underestimate me, I'm k**ing 'em on the low So get down, but you don't really have an option Shouting at the top of your lungs, please stop it My Woodstock mixed with some '88 Compton Lucy in the Sky with a sawed-off shotgun Stop it, walk into a beat so cold The rhythm that's created when these guns unload And no one make a move unless my people say so Got everything outta control, now everybody go [Verse 2: Divine Styler] Occupying, modifying every state in downtown Gentrifying, simplifying military compounds Satellite, nanobytes superchip in subhuman Manchurian I'm so Megatron [Hook: Chester Bennington] Steel unload, final blow We the animals take control Hear us now, clear and true Wretches and kings we come for you Steel unload, fire blow Filthy animals beat them low Skin and bone, black and blue No more this sun shall beat onto you [Verse 3: Ryu] Tell the people what the truth is, standing in the booth it's A soldier surrounded by his troops b**h I don't really know just what a truce is but I never call one Look into the crowd and control like Stalin Josef, hopeless, so pissed, bottom of the soap dish Scummy-a** pro-fit, prophet Semi-automatic in my front coat pocket Loaded, if anyone opposes I'll pop it [Verse 4: Scoop DeVille] Yeah, now when we hit the blocks And set them car alarms off like you hear the cops Everyone stop for a second, just watch And if you hear them shots, (get down) drop Tweaking up your brainwaves, glitches, rags, riches Snitches, pipe-dream swishes, it might be suspicious Any mister or misses that try to go against us Might get stitches or wiped out of existence [Hook: Chester Bennington] [Verse 5: Divine Styler] Overseers operate, in and out of the camera Navigating states in post-race through Gamera Bottom feeders and eaters, victimizing with heaters With clever reasons for eating and better means for competing Futurism contemporary, so very modern It's as simple as putting memories into body prizms Anarchist language, mind full of anguish Internet's to slang this, a boom-box to bang this [Verse 6: Apathy] Boom bye-bye in the muhf**a head That we manwhan heavy but the nahwan dead I spew propaganda through these prison camp speakers I'm a grim reaper in a pair of Michael Jordan sneakers Freedom fighter see cypher k**ers still as the night go Ice cold, blood in my veins, brain of a psycho Manufactured with my soul fractured in half Divided by my violent side so you add up the math I'm half Elohim, alpha omega, beggar and peasant Half king, half ruler of the things that are wretched I'm crawling out of the wreckage, I'll call you out on my records I'll knock you out in a second for you to sat on the message, listen [Hook: Chester Bennington]