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Linkin Park - Fuse lyrics

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Fuse

*note* This song was recorded before Chester was in the band, and the singer was a guy named Mark.
This was back in about 1996, when they were called Xero. This is one of the songs from the 4-track
demo they put out to promote themselves. The rest of the band was the same except for Chaz. You can
find this song on some mp3 sites if you wanna hear it.


(Female Voice)
Of course, you know what a fuse is. It's a long piece of cord, impregnated with gunpowder. When you
strike a match and light it, it burns, fitfully, sputtering to its end, at which, there is a little
surprise...

(Mike)
From the planet of Krypton,
Short suit emcees you'll be ripped on (ripped on)
You fell off, and it's my lyric sheet you slipped on
Get gone, spit on mics made in Hong Kong
Rock on, sing songs mightier than King Kong or Donkey (Kong)
You think you want me, or want this?
You want some? Hold your reputation for ransom
With these here handsomely crafted tactics
To break a snake and see like a cheap prophylactic
Galactic space now, yeah, that grabs attention
Crack heads nodded like a pest can't even mention
Right a pat traps gas tracks in sections
Kid says this? He'll need witness protection

(Mark)
Try to see what I can't be seeing
I'll be here
Try to see what I can't be seeing
I'll be here

(Mike)
Hey, dig this (dig this)
Yo, it's the junkyard, crooked letter C-I-entific
Duck us, the ruckus I'll bring stings your eardrum
Hear one, la-la-la, loose find me fearsome
Opposing troops on my home front shall be gone
Testing the eight-hundred, eighteenth battalion
Shallow the one, who's run like rebels
Enola Gay rhymes kicked the notch up a level
In intensity, send back attacks that you sent to me
Blow up your spot with grenades that were meant for me
Empty three verses on thirty-three emcees
Swiss change your gear, putting shrapnel in the breeze
We lead emcees with enemy companies
With my hand full of lyrics talking 'bout you want these?
Please! Don't even speak the name of channels
And go look at your mic shit, put it down like pens
For my friends and my fam, let them dodge it around
This mic shot through the back of an emcees head
With the strength that he had, a bridge you don't want that
Closed body, filled fields in hand-to-hand combat
Battle cats, it's like the sectional speech
Warfare words flashing at cordicy
Compete for it when the lyrical shots get lit
Don't question my intention when your butt gets kicked

(Mark)
Try to see what I can't be seeing
I'll be here
(Mike: Tech broke italic syllabalic attacks)
Try to see what I can't be seeing
I'll be here
(Mike: Pawned emcees with these lyrical back smacks)

(Mark, whispered)
Go ahead, suit yourself.

(Mike)
Why wait, I shouldn't have told myself!
Why wait, I shouldn't have told myself!
Why wait, I shouldn't have told myself!
Why wait, I shouldn't have told myself!
Why wait, I shouldn't have told myself!
Why wait, I shouldn't have told myself!
Why wait, I shouldn't have told myself!
Why wait, I shouldn't have told myself!

(Mark)
Try to see what I can't be seeing
I'll be here
(Mike: Tech broke italic syllabalic attacks)
Try to see what I can't be seeing
I'll be here
(Mike: Pawned emcees with these lyrical back smacks)
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Language: English

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