Lirik Lagu I Have Not Begun (2009 Demo) ~ Linkin Park

Ladies and gents, sorry to keep ya'll waiting

This goes out to everybody still hating

For those that fake, ya'll can keep on fakin'

I'm cooking a plate for you to stick your whole face in

Tastes good, don't it, cousin?

Just so you know it's nothin'

I get you buggin' like some codeine in some Robitussin

It's just the way that I approach each time

I slap the track and turn around and choke each rhyme

Broadcast to the nation like NBC

With pages of 16s like an MPC

Deliver an ass-whipping via MP3

Giving you people more reality than MTV

Do it PPV

Snap necks with the pressure

Make a mess

Then carry you out on a stretcher

You could sue, but—ooh—the law won't protect ya

Even the court room sketcher could not sketch ya

You're not following me

Got your number like Caller ID

Try it, you can holler at me

I promise you pain

I will chop your body in threes

And you'll be sitting there stuttering, "Proba-bably."

Follow me

I got styles

You can copy one

Back of your mind

I know you wanna stop me, son

But here's news for you, fucker: that can not be done

You can think that I am finished I have not begun

I'm grinding

Putting these kids to bed

You think you're hard-boiled

Fucker, you're an Easter egg

You got a pastel shell and a soft inside

Squash your pride

You think I fucking lost my mind

I'm not playing

I might as well be making a bomb

I lay you down to foundation when I'm taking you on

Bet the farm on 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 villain of vocab

I'm killing this notepad

The realest I wrote man

You don't even know half

I'm banking a full tank

You're running on low gas

Take that

I'm cutting off your fun

You're nothing but a butter knife stopping a gun

We can dance but your chances are slim to none

And you can think that I am finished I have not begun

Got a razor-blade tongue and I get this done

No running just dumping on your clique for fun

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

Say something funny get the whole gang provoked

Better buckle down, fucker

Go get your own

We been working ten years just to get this known

The people on the block starting to get numb

They expect that it's fresh when the new shit come

Here it goes, let 'em know they can fix the frown

Railroad rap hot tracks running you down

And they ask and repeat how I do this now

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

We just do what we do, give you that fix

We come in the back like we run this bitch

Turn the lights down low

And we start the show

When I give it to ya

Give it right back and it goes

Take that

Take that

Cutting off your fun

You're nothing but a butter knife stopping a gun

We can dance but your chances are slim to none

You can think that I am finished I have not begun

Follow me

I got styles

You can copy one

Back of your mind

I know you wanna stop me son

But here's news for you fucker: that can not be done

You can think that I am finished I have not begun