Linkin Park

I Have Not Begun 



Maybe's a chance I've already keep y'all waitin'

This goes out to everybody still hatin'

For those that fake y'all can keep on fakin'

Pokin' a plate for you to sink your whole face in

Taste good only 'cause it's just so you know it's nothin'

I getchu buggin' like tabooie and some robutussin

It's just the way that I notions time I slap the track

And turn around and choke each rhyme, pyrochlast

To the nation like NPC, with pairs of 60's like an MPC

To letter an ass woopin' via mp3, 

Givin' you people more reality than MTV

Do a PPV snap necks with the pressure mega mess

To carry you out on a stretcher

You consume the ewl the law won't protect ya

Even the courtroom sketcha can out sketch ya

And now followin' me, got your number on column

A D try you can holla with me, approach the pain

I'ma check the body in threes, you can sittin' there stuttering

Pr-probably, follow me, 





I got styles you can chop me one

Back in line I know you wanna stop me son

Here's news for you f-cka that cannot be done

You can look and eye it pissed I have not begun



Alcoholic, police close to bat, 

You think you're hard muh'f-cka'? you're an easter egg

You gotta past at shell with a soft inside

Squash your pride you think I f-ckin' lost my mind?

I'm not playin'. I might as well be makin' a bomb

I'm layin' down a foundation when I'm takin' you on

Bet the fall of 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 real of the vocab, killin' is no path

The realest to romat, don't even know half

I'm rankin' a full tank you're runnin' on low gas





Take that, crack off your fund, 

You're nothin' but a butternife stoppin' a gun

You can dance with your chances slim and none

You can take it I have finished I have not begun



Gotta razor blade tongue

And I kid this done

No wonder just dumpin' on your crew for fun

Machine stop got it locked like the game's a joke

Say summin' funny get the whole gang to vote

Let 'em pucka now f-cka go get your own

We've been roamed ten years since we did this note

The people on the block start to get numb

They expect it it's fresh when the new sh-t come

It grows, let 'em know they can fix around

Railroad, rap hot tracks one and you're down

And they're askin' repeat how I do this now

Like I'm really gonna tell 'em how I get this sound

We just doin' what we do gettin' from that place

We come in the back like we're on this b-tch

Turn the lights down low when we start this show

What, you two get me right back in the go





It's take that, take that, cuttin' if your fun

You're nothin' but a butternife stoppin' a gun

You can dance with your chances slim to none

You can think that I am finished I have not begun



Follow me I got styles you can chop me one

Back in line I know you wanna stop me son

But I got news for you f-cka that cannot be done

You can think that I am finished I have not begun