[ti:]Dedicated
[ar:]Linkin Park
[al:]
[by:]白痴傻小子
[00:00.00]Dedicated (demo 1999) by Linkin Park
[00:00.25]
[00:00.50]I have a dream of a scene between the green hills
[00:03.00]Clouds pull away and the sunlight\'s revealed
[00:05.50]People don\'t talk about keeping it real
[00:07.00]It\'s understood that they actually will
[00:09.00]And intoxicated and stimulated emcees
[00:11.50]Staring in the trees, paranoid, are gone in the breeze
[00:14.00]Watch them flee, hip-hop hits
[00:16.50]Take a walk with me and what you\'ll see
[00:19.00]Is a land where the sand is made up of crushed up wax
[00:21.50]And the sky beyond you is krylon blue
[00:24.00]And everybody speaks in a dialect of rhyme
[00:26.50]And emcees have left materialism behind them
[00:28.50]Meanwhile I just grip my mic
[00:31.00]And hope me and my team make it through alright
[00:33.00]Because say what you will, and say what you might
[00:35.50]But don\'t ignore who it\'s for at the end of the night
[00:36.00]
[00:37.50]Because this is dedicated to the kids
[00:39.50]Dedicated to wherever music lives
[00:42.00]Dedicated to those tired of the same ol\' same
[00:44.50]And dedicated to the people advancin\' the game
[00:47.00]What\'s real is the kids who know that something\'s wrong
[00:49.50]What\'s real is the kids who think they don\'t belong
[00:51.00]What\'s real is the kids who have nowhere to run
[00:53.50]Who are hiding in the shadows waiting for the sun
[00:55.50]
[00:57.00]I\'ve seen a lot of shit, I\'ve talked to a bum
[00:58.50]Out on sunset strip, he asked me \"How would you feel
[01:01.50]If everybody acted like you didn\'t exist
[01:03.50]You\'d lose your grip, probably eventually flip.\"
[01:06.00]So let it be known, the only reason that we do this
[01:08.50]Is so you can pick it up and just bang your head to it
[01:11.00]While emcees fight to see who can be the commonest
[01:12.50]Be floatin overhead like a space odyssey monolith
[01:15.50]Over seeing
[ar:]Linkin Park
[al:]
[by:]白痴傻小子
[00:00.00]Dedicated (demo 1999) by Linkin Park
[00:00.25]
[00:00.50]I have a dream of a scene between the green hills
[00:03.00]Clouds pull away and the sunlight\'s revealed
[00:05.50]People don\'t talk about keeping it real
[00:07.00]It\'s understood that they actually will
[00:09.00]And intoxicated and stimulated emcees
[00:11.50]Staring in the trees, paranoid, are gone in the breeze
[00:14.00]Watch them flee, hip-hop hits
[00:16.50]Take a walk with me and what you\'ll see
[00:19.00]Is a land where the sand is made up of crushed up wax
[00:21.50]And the sky beyond you is krylon blue
[00:24.00]And everybody speaks in a dialect of rhyme
[00:26.50]And emcees have left materialism behind them
[00:28.50]Meanwhile I just grip my mic
[00:31.00]And hope me and my team make it through alright
[00:33.00]Because say what you will, and say what you might
[00:35.50]But don\'t ignore who it\'s for at the end of the night
[00:36.00]
[00:37.50]Because this is dedicated to the kids
[00:39.50]Dedicated to wherever music lives
[00:42.00]Dedicated to those tired of the same ol\' same
[00:44.50]And dedicated to the people advancin\' the game
[00:47.00]What\'s real is the kids who know that something\'s wrong
[00:49.50]What\'s real is the kids who think they don\'t belong
[00:51.00]What\'s real is the kids who have nowhere to run
[00:53.50]Who are hiding in the shadows waiting for the sun
[00:55.50]
[00:57.00]I\'ve seen a lot of shit, I\'ve talked to a bum
[00:58.50]Out on sunset strip, he asked me \"How would you feel
[01:01.50]If everybody acted like you didn\'t exist
[01:03.50]You\'d lose your grip, probably eventually flip.\"
[01:06.00]So let it be known, the only reason that we do this
[01:08.50]Is so you can pick it up and just bang your head to it
[01:11.00]While emcees fight to see who can be the commonest
[01:12.50]Be floatin overhead like a space odyssey monolith
[01:15.50]Over seeing