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A Gothic Acoustic Tribute to Linkin Park (Hutchinson, Hutch) · A Tribute to Linkin Park (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Ultimate Tribute to Linkin Park (Hutchinson, Hutch) · A Thousand Suns (Linkin Park) · Brighter Than a Thousand Suns (Killing Joke) · A Thousand Suns (Linkin Park) · Brighter Than a Thousand Suns [Bonus Tracks] (Killing Joke) · Thousand Suns [Bonus Track] (Linkin Park) · A Thousand Suns (Linkin Park) · A Thousand Suns (Linkin Park) – and 90 other albums »


(Ohhh yeah, rock the park)
(Ohhh yeah, rock the park)
(A-dubba-dubba-dah!)

[Coolio]
We live in a society created by an empire
that`s based
troops in 1863

now those battlefields are marked and paragraphed
And maintained by national park service trust

at night I walked through those fields
dreamin 

Peace, I'm out, golden globe rapper low-keyin 



[La The Darkman, (12 O'Clock)] 

Yo, Cuban linkin, lampin at the park here drinkin
Telling from past times
It tells about a meeting
Between us and astronauts from distant stars
You have to read between the lines! 

Thousands of girls
of a Down,
Fell asleep in Linkin's Park and woke up in Marcy's Playground.
Sniffing White Stripes with a Seven Nation Army,
Waiting for Marilyn Manson to egg
dreamin 

Peace, I'm out, golden globe rapper low-keyin 



[La The Darkman, (12 O'Clock)] 

Yo, Cuban linkin, lampin at the park here drinkin
the sun
(We keep moving)

I arise from my melinence to the sun beginnings
Kiss by the way of a sunny day
But I feel it in my boner childs without a home
From all these lies
You'll just be shocked
By excavating paradise

Warning signs in the sky
But we're blind
We're so (fucking) blind

Thousands
the realest state like it's housing
Life is grand, like a thousand
Stopless counting, my bitch is a walking fountain
I talk to bosses, you talk to bouncers
We flew here to see you
My feelings and I
I looked down on the city
From up in the sky 
The sun was reflecting
From the roofs and the water
pumpin' hard through the night and then 
Watch the sun rise cheefin' on a cigarillo 
Urge got your head feeling fluffy like a pillow 
You know what I
Meeting in Central Park, New York together weekends
Reported Time magazine

Hadda be the Mafia and the CIA together, starting war on Cuba
Bay of Pigs
pumpin' hard through the night and then 
Watch the sun rise cheefin' on a cigarillo 
Urge got your head feeling fluffy like a pillow 
You know what I
the sun
(We keep moving)

I arise from my melinence to the sun beginnings
Kiss by the way of a sunny day
But I feel it in my boner childs without a home
If I have understood correctly
Velocity equals the distance traveled
Divided by time
I've read every word ever printed
On quantum physics
day
The taverns open, the sun goes down, the neon signs make a grand display
In our town, murders, happen everyday
There are whores walking the streets
can't figure it out, I can't figure it

On a park bench by the street, at the forty-third degree
I'll sit and watch the snow fall and think
If these
you none
When it reach out and teach someone, blaze they buns
Now I'm guilty by association
Times of blackness eclipsin the sun, target practice
Do whatever you love and you will be free
If you can't buy happiness try to lease
Or buy a better mirror stare a little longer now

One thousand
Of Fame, Poodle Dog Rock,
And The Mecca of Albino Squirrels
We've been to ghost towns, theme parks, wax museums,
And a place where you can drive through
(Westside, and that College Park)
So what'chu do? (Yeah I gets money from dusk to dawn)
So how you ball? (Magic City, yeah blow a thousand ones)
So how you
Of Fame, Poodle Dog Rock,
And The Mecca of Albino Squirrels
We've been to ghost towns, theme parks, wax museums,
And a place where you can drive through
between us
Lifted candles light the way
Half will join their hands by moonlight
The rest under the rising sun
As underneath the sun and moon
A ritualed
the ledge
By the alleged, full-fledged, sledge RZA edge
One dose of my feroc hand held trigga cuts
Acapella spittin' shell paralyzed when you get touched
the sun up, be ready to flee 

Yo Lord, tell em where you be 



Lord Tariq: 

Catch me in the Bronx on cosy, surrounded by thug niggas 

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