It's Goin' Down by The X-Ecutioners feat Linkin Park

Somebody asked me if I had to listen to one song for the rest of my life, what would it be? Naturally, I knew it would be something to do with Linkin Park and/or Mike Shinoda. But earlier I saw this video again and I knew that this would be the song. I would never get sick of this.
Honest to God, I have no idea how Shinoda comes up with these lyrics...but they are...indescribable.

It's Goin' Down


It's going down,
The rhythm projects 'round the next sound,
Reflects the complex hybrid dialect now,
Detects the mesh of many elements compressed down,
The melting pot of a super-futuresque style,
The combination of the vocal caress,
With lungs the gasp for breath from emotional stress,
With special effects,
And a distorted collage,
Carefully lodged between beats of rhythmic barrage.

It's going down,
A logical progression on the timeline,
The seperation narrowed down to a fine line,
To blur the edges so they blend together properly,
Take you on an audible odyssey now;
It's going down.

Put it out for the world to see,
LP and X-Men to the 10th degree. (It's goin down)
Nobody in the world is safe,
When we melt down the wax in your record crate (It's going down)
Put it out for the world to see
LP and X-Men to the 10th degree (It's goin down)
Nobody in the world is safe
When we melt down the wax in your record crate (It's going down)

Once again it is;
Composed sentences all together venomous,
The four elements of natural force projected daily through the sound of the source,
Everybody on board as we blend:
The sword with the pen,
The mightiest of the weapons swinging right from the chin,
To elevate of mental states long gone with the wind,
To defend men from shoddy imitation pretends,
It's going down,
Style assimilation readily,
Trekking through the weaponry,
Of the pure pedigree,
Cleverly seeing through whatever is ahead of me,
Whatever the weather be,
We invent it steadily,
It's going down sub-terrestrial high,
I rhyme regiment that's calling the shots,
Exectution of colloborative plots,
Ready to bring the seperation of style to a stop.

It's going down,
A logical progression on the timeline,
The seperation narrowed down to a fine line,
To blur the edges so they blend together properly,
Take you on an audible odyssey now;
It's going down.

X-men 'bout to blast off world wide
X-men 'bout to blast off world wide
'Bout to blast off world wide
And you do it like this
Just like this

Put put...put it up
I said it goes like this
And you do it like this
It's going down
Put put...put it up
I said it goes like this
And you do it like this
It's going down

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I know right?

Hands Held High - Linkin Park

God knows why this wasn't the first thing up when I made this blog...
Well, I'm putting it up now.
These lyrics show a couple of the reasons Mike Shinoda is my hero:
-His compassion
-His genius writing skills

This is Hands Held High by Linkin Park,off their most recent album 'Minutes to Midnight'


Hands Held High - Linkin Park

Turn my mic up louder I got to say something,
Light weights steppin' aside when we come in,
Feel it in your chest the syllables get pumping,
People on the street they panic and start running,
Words on loose leaf sheet complete coming,
I jump in my mind and summon the rhyme I'm dumping,
Healing the blind I promise to let the sun in,
Sick of the dark ways we march to the drumming,
Jump when they tell us that they wanna see jumping,
Fuck that I wanna see some fists pumping,
Risk something, take back what's yours,
Say something that you know they might attack you for,
Cause I'm sick of being treated like I have before,
Like it's stupid standing for what I'm standing for,
Like this war's really just a different brand of war,
Like it doesn't cater the rich and abandon poor,
Like they understand you in the back of the jet,
When you can't put gas in your tank,
These fuckers are laughing their way to the bank and cashing the cheque,
Asking you to have compassion and have some respect,
For a leader so nervous in an obvious way,
Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay
And the rest of the world watching at the end of the day,
In their living room laughing like "what did he say?!"

[Chorus:]
Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen.


In my living room watching but I am not laughing,
Cause when it gets tense I know what might happen:
World is cold the bold men take action,
Have to react or get blown into fractions.
Ten years old it's something to see,
Another kid my age drugged under a jeep,
Taken and bound and found later under a tree,
I wonder if he had thought the next one could be me,
Do you see, the soldiers they're out today,
That brush the dust from bullet proof vests away,
It's ironic;at times like this you pray
But a bomb blew the mosque up yesterday.
There's bombs in the buses, bikes, roads,
Inside your market, your shops, your clothes,
My dad he's got a lot of fear I know,
But enough pride inside not to let that show,
My brother had a book he would hold with pride:
A little red cover with a broken spinem
On the back, he hand-wrote a quote inside:
When the rich wage war it's the poor who die,
Meanwhile, the leader just talks away
Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay,
And the rest of the world watching at the end of the day,
Both scared and angry like what did he say?!"


[Chorus x6]


With hands held high into the sky so blue,
As the ocean opens up to swallow you.
[x6]

Bloc Party by Apathy (feat Mike Shinoda and Tak)

This song is so dope
Perfect representation for why hip-hop is so awesome...
I just love the lyrics xD

Bloc Party

[Green Lantern]
This is an invasion!

[Mike]
Hey Ap, why don’t you do the uh…the intro on this shit?

[Apathy]
Yo Apathy, Fort Minor, Styles Of Beyond, Demigodz

[Mike]
Here we go

[Apathy]
Yo,
Rappers like heavy metal and ghettos
Guns, metals and ammo
I pistol whip two of ya and f**k Meadows Soprano
A cat who sells them bugs but tell them thugs that
They don’t know how to carry more heat than welding gloves
I walk amongst the gods, keep my head in the clouds
Always show groupies love, getting head in the crowds
Put it in your girls mouth blast off like NASA
The master of nastiness
Transform a classy bitch
Into a little cheap freak sadomasochist
Dastardly bastard who raps so disastorous
Spit and heal the cripple like Christ the miraculous
Who fights my savageness, turns punks pacifists
The police clock Ap like there he go
Always on the watch because I use to carry blow
Always lock her down but I never marry ho's
Burry foes when the flows comes through your stereo

[Mike]
There we go flipping unpredictable verses
A curse to burst words like turrets on purpose
Flip the bird like a back-heavy jet perverse as it is
I can't stop and its making me nervous, ok?
Get me on a track and I'm cracking
Packing a backpack full of tracks on some CDs
Be me, f**k that and not likely
To bite me you need to be you times ninety
I got schemes and a team so hype we
Get on a scene make a scene on the nightly
Say what I mean, whether mean or politely
Living the dream in some clean white Nike's
Or DC's, I'm not giving a shit
F**k the words that you heard and the lips that they hang from
I stay banging the bang bang drums and hanging you lames
in the same no name gangs you came from
I don’t got an excuse, just talking the truth
I'm f**king awesome when I'm rocking the booth
And I stay ready with hot bloc rocking abuse
Y'all are really not stopping us dude
(Yeah Tak, get 'em )

[Tak]
It started off lookin' over and hit the galaxy
Now we are moving them over they are crowing me the Cali king
Anything tossed on my fuse getting chewed up
With a crew that sips a little brew way too much
Hooligans, smacked in the face with aluminum bats
Your f**king rap show's good as me, boo-booin
I said I was rude, step in the shoes, you don't believe me
You can ask Devin the dude how I strip down you bitch clown stand in my socks
Rip the mother f**kers ass like I'm Cannibal, watch
You want to be stoned? Beat 'em with a basket of rocks
Get your shit flowing feeling for the casket to drop
You know them S.O.B.'s never get the record to stop
Breaking the habit is impossible what happened to Tak?
He's unleashed, he's a beast so Sledge hand me a Bloc
Party, whats your corpses posing for? , the camera was shot, huh
Styles and Machine Shop, necklace fly
No wonder everyone is so petrified
I said, Styles and Machine Shop, necklace fly
No wonder everyone is so petrified

[Mike]
Let me hear that