Mike Shinoda - CTRL C CTRL V lyrics
[Mike Shinoda - CTRL C CTRL V lyrics]
Just in case you missed it let me tell you who I am
Tell you who is that floating on the track track track like space
Ahhhh
Who is that floating on the track like space
Gravity don't matter he just hovers into place
Pardon me I hardly feel this sudden state of grace
But this track is taking off like it was built on rocket bass
Or rocket treble fuck it I don't give a damn
Just in case you missed it let me tell you who I am
Tell your mother, tell your brother, send a secret telegram
Mike is to the the mic like peanut butter is to jam
I walk what I talk
I was made from the pressure like a diamond outta rock
Call it password protected, I got this shit locked
Put my hands on a mic, put my foes in a box
Not a word you can tell me, came to give 'em hell these
Bars full of scars from the punches that they dealt me
Now I'm bullet training on tracks that never fail me
Pull apart the bars nothing ever can derail me
I don't follow you dudes I just move different
These fools don't even know what to do with it
New faces retracing paces I blueprinted
Saying, "Mike we didn't have a clue until you did it"
CTRL-C, CTRL-V, don't sleep
Wild like Villanova over a dope beat
Style between an old soul and OG
Tell 'em focus on goals over the gold teeth
Tell you who is that floating on the track track track like space
Ahhhh
Who is that floating on the track like space
Gravity don't matter he just hovers into place
Pardon me I hardly feel this sudden state of grace
But this track is taking off like it was built on rocket bass
Or rocket treble fuck it I don't give a damn
Just in case you missed it let me tell you who I am
Tell your mother, tell your brother, send a secret telegram
Mike is to the the mic like peanut butter is to jam
I walk what I talk
I was made from the pressure like a diamond outta rock
Call it password protected, I got this shit locked
Put my hands on a mic, put my foes in a box
Not a word you can tell me, came to give 'em hell these
Bars full of scars from the punches that they dealt me
Now I'm bullet training on tracks that never fail me
Pull apart the bars nothing ever can derail me
I don't follow you dudes I just move different
These fools don't even know what to do with it
New faces retracing paces I blueprinted
Saying, "Mike we didn't have a clue until you did it"
CTRL-C, CTRL-V, don't sleep
Wild like Villanova over a dope beat
Style between an old soul and OG
Tell 'em focus on goals over the gold teeth