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PERFORMING ARTISTS
JAY-Z
JAY-Z
Vocals
Brad Delson
Brad Delson
Electric Guitar
Chester Bennington
Chester Bennington
Background Vocals
Mike Shinoda
Mike Shinoda
Vocals
Rob Bourdon
Rob Bourdon
Drums
Dave Farrell
Dave Farrell
Bass Guitar
Joseph Hahn
Joseph Hahn
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brad Delson
Brad Delson
Songwriter
Chester Bennington
Chester Bennington
Songwriter
Joseph Hahn
Joseph Hahn
Songwriter
Mike Shinoda
Mike Shinoda
Songwriter
Shawn Carter
Shawn Carter
Songwriter
Timothy Mosley
Timothy Mosley
Songwriter
Rob Bourdon
Rob Bourdon
Songwriter
Dave Farrell
Dave Farrell
Songwriter
Kyambo Joshua
Kyambo Joshua
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
LINKIN PARK
LINKIN PARK
Executive Producer
Mike Shinoda
Mike Shinoda
Producer
Shawn Carter
Shawn Carter
Executive Producer
John Ewing
John Ewing
Engineer
Mark Kiczula
Mark Kiczula
Engineer
John Meneilly
John Meneilly
Executive Producer
Rob McDermott
Rob McDermott
Executive Producer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
(You're wasting you're talent Randy)
[Verse 2]
It's like I'm paranoid, looking over my back
It's like a whirlwind inside of my head
It's like I can't stop what I'm hearing within
It's like the face inside is right (Yeah, c'mon)
[Verse 3]
Why does it look like night today?
Something inside's not right today
Why am I so uptight today?
Paranoia's all I got left
I don't know what stressed me first
Or how the pressure was fed
But I know just what it feels like to have a voice in the back of my head
It's like a face that I hold inside
A face that awakes when I close my eyes
A face that watches every time they lie
A face that laughs every time they fall
(And watches everything)
So you know that when it's time to sink or swim
The face inside is hearing me
Right underneath my skin (Like I'm)
[Verse 4]
It's like I'm paranoid, lookin' over my back
It's like a whirlwind inside of my head
It's like I can't stop what I'm hearing within
It's like the face inside is right
[Verse 5]
You know I thug 'em, fuck 'em, love 'em, leave 'em
'Cause I don't fucking need 'em
Take 'em out the 'hood, keep 'em lookin' good
But I don't fucking feed 'em
First time they fuss I'm breezing
Talking about, "What's the reason?"
I'm a pimp in every sense of the word, bitch
Better trust and believe him
In the cut where I keep 'em
Till I need a nut, till I need to beat the guts
Then it's, beep, beep and I'm pickin 'em up
Let 'em play with the dick in the truck
Many chicks wanna put Jigga fist in cuffs
Divorce him and split his bucks
Just because you got good head, I'm gonna break bread
So you can be livin' it up? Shit I
Parts with nothin', y'all be frontin'
Me give my heart to a woman?
Not for nothin', never happen I'll be forever mackin'
Heart cold as assassins, I got no passion
I got no patience
And I hate waitin'
Hoe get yo' ass in
And let's RI-I-I-I-I-IDE, check 'em out now
RI-I-I-I-I-IDE, yeah
And let's RI-I-I-I-I-IDE, check 'em out now
RI-I-I-I-I-IDE, yeah
[Verse 6]
We doin' big pimpin', we spendin' G's (Check 'em out now)
Big pimpin', on B.L.A.D.'s
We doin' big pimpin' up in N.Y.C.
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B
Yo-yo-yo, big pimpin', spendin' G's
We doin' big pimpin', on B.L.A.D.'s
We doin' big pimpin' up in N.Y.C.
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B
Written by: Brad Delson, Chester Bennington, Jay Z, Joseph Hahn, K. Joshua, Mike Shinoda, Robert Gregory Bourdon, Shawn Carter, Timothy Mosley
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