(The dude, he said that...like, when we were making
the first Linkin Park record, he was like: "Yeah you know, I don't know about the rapping like, I don't know... maybe you
should just be a rock band." You know what I mean? Like, trying to change us...like, they signed us as an act like what we
sound like and then he's like: "Oh I don't know maybe you should just play keyboard...")
Before the first song that
you heard me on
There were people already tryin' to get me gone
Tellin' me to quit rapping, just to play the keys that
"My band had a singer", "They didn't need me"
But
my band had my back
So we did the tracks, put out the album
And the talk went flat
It was funny at first but
then the humour faded
When some magazines printed that our label made us
We were to be good to be true
Some were
saying ghostwriters were writing all that we do
So we had to disprove it, we spelled it out
To the detail, how we do it, when we're making this
music
After that I made it a rule:
I only do e-mail responses to print interviews
Because these people love to put
a twist to your words
To infer that you said something fucking absurd
Oh, did I lose you at "infer"?
Not used to
hearing a verse that uses over first-grade vocabulary words? (Ah-ah)
People used to infer that we were manufactured
Now
I've got the interviews on file
Which people said what, which number to dial
So now every enemy screaming insanity
All
they're ever gonna be's another big fan of me
Bitch
(Ah, ah, ah...can you belive it? Like, it's crazy...it sounds crazy, right? You feel like, at the point, at the point, they figured...like,
you heard that guy...He was out of his mind...but, honestly, the
point, besides of the fact that he wanted me to eat the dust of the band, he wanted
forever to quit the rapping. He was like: "Maybe Joe Hahn should, um, wear a lap coat and a cowboy hat...". Honestly.
Like when we play...I swear for God...He went crazy! He was better with the cowboy hat...later he claimed for one of our songs[...])
