High Voltage (оригинал Linkin Park) Высокое напряжение (перевод Дмитрий Елисеев) i
Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes, sometimes… 
Hybrid 
I've been diggin' in crates ever since I was livin' in space 
Before the rat race, before monkeys had you in traits 
I mastered numerology, big band theology, 
performed lobotomies with telekinetic psychology 
Invented the mic to so I can start blessin' in 
Chin-checkin' kids to make my point like an 
impressionist 
Many men tried to shake us 
But I twist my chords like double helixes to 
show ‘em what I'm made of 
I buckle knees like leg braces, cast a spell 
of [bad word] on all of you MC's who hate us 
So you can try on, leave you without a shoulder to try on 
From now to infinite, let icon be bygones 
I fire bombs, ghostly notes haunt this 
I tried threats, but moved on to a promise 
I stomp [bad word] with or without an [bad word]  [bad word] the gauntlets with whoever that wants this 
 [bad word]  
High voltage 
This is the unforgettable sound 
High voltage 
Bringin' you up and takin' you down 
High voltage [bad word]  up from every side 
High voltage 
Makin' the rhythm and rhyme collide 

I've put a kink in the backbones, of clones, with microphones 
Never satisfied my rhymes joins 
Sprayin' brin' day over what you might say 
My blood types crayon, Technicolor type 
On highways write with road rage 
Cages a win, cages a tin, that bounce all around 
Surround sound 
Devourin' the scenes 
Subliminal gangrene paintings, over all the same things 
Sing songs karaoke copy [bad word] 

Break bones verbally with sticks and stones tactics 
Forth [bad word] convention 
Write rhymes with ease while the track stands at attention 
Men to put you away, with the pencil 
Pistol, official, sixteen line, a rhyme missile 
While you risk your all 
I pick out at your flaws 
Singin' rah blah, blah, blah you can say you saw 
 [bad word]  

Who's the man, the man in your hand over your land 
Rovin' over man's boldin' when he's jammin' your plans ova 
I am vice colorists, the most ferocious 
When I spy my third eye, it's extremely high voltage 
That's why I [bad word] corks glasses, cuz when I glance of the chest 
Then I might blast the masses 
Subliminal translated through piano 
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