[Linkin Park]

Tell us all again

What you think we should be

What the answers are

What it is we can't see

Tell us all again

How to do what you say

How to fall in line

How there's no other way

But oh, we all know



You're guilty all the same

Too sick to be ashamed

You want to point your finger

But there's no one else to blame

You're guilty all the same

Too sick to be ashamed

You want to point your finger

But there's no one else to blame

You're guilty all the same



Show us all again

That our hands are uncleaned

That we're unprepared

That you have what we need

Show us all again

'Cause we cannot be saved

Cause the end is near

Now there's no other way

And oh, you will know

You're guilty all the same

Too sick to be ashamed

You want to point your finger

But there's no one else to blame



You're guilty all the same

Too sick to be ashamed

You want to point your finger

But there's no one else to blame

There's no one else to blame

Guilty all the same

Guilty all the same

You're guilty all the same



[Rakim]

Yeah, you've already known what it is

Can y'all explain, what kind of man is destined?

When a man has plans of being rich

If he falls off his plans, he's wealthy?

Dirty money scheme, a clean split

Nonsense the same, he didn't call for this, he's filthy

Talk team, they take the paper route

All they think about is bank accounts, assets and realty

Anybody's expense, no shame with a clear conscience

No regrets and guilt free, you claim that ain't the way that he built me

Smoke scream, we're going in flames

Know as soon as they're done what the deal be

Say it's time for things to change

We arrange that dope product we built cheap

Anything if it's more to gain

Dream, manipulated like artists, it's real deep

Until no more remains, but I'm still me

Like authentic hip-hop and rock, to pop and radio

You record companies kill me

Try to force me to strain it, no way

They got the gall to say "yo, how real can real be?"

You feel me? you will see, the greed will be to blame

Greedy for the fame, TV or a name

Media, the game, to me your all the same

You're guilty



[Linkin Park]

You're guilty all the same

Too sick to be ashamed

You want to point your finger

But there's no one else to blame

You're guilty all the same

Too sick to be ashamed

You want to point your finger

But there's no one else to blame

Guilty all the same

Guilty all the same

Guilty all the same