Fuse

[Intro: Laura Olsher]

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, spiraling to its end, at which there is a little surprise

[Verse 1: Mike Shinoda]

From the planet of Krypton

Ensurin’ super-emcees you’ll be ripped on (Ripped on)

You fell off, and it’s my lyric sheets you slipped on

Get gone, spit on mics made in Hong Kong

Rock on, sing songs more 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 emcee like a cheap prophylactic

Galactic, spaced-out gabbin’ grabs attention

Got heads noddin’ like a Pez Candy convention

Briar patch raps gash tracks in sections

Kid says this and need witness protection

[Chorus 1: Mark Wakefield]

Tryna say what I can't be sayin’

I’ll be here

Tryna say what I can't be sayin’

I’ll be here

[Verse 2: Mike Shinoda]

Yo, dig this, dig this

Yo, it’s the junkyard, crooked letter C-I-en-tific

Duck us, the ruckus I’ll bring stings your eardrum

Hear one line I let loose, find me fearsome

Opposin’ troops on my home front shall be gone

Testin’ the eight hundred-eighteenth battalion

Shall I go on? Crews run like rebels

Enola Gay rhymes kick 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 cheese your gear, puttin’ shrapnel in the breeze

Bleed emcees of enemy companies

With my hand full of lyrics, talkin’ ‘bout, "You want these?"

Please, don’t even speak the name of Ken

On some Go-Go Gadget mic shit

Put it down like pens for my friends and my fam

Better Dodge, or I’ll Ram this mic shaft through the back of an emcee’s hand

With the strength of He-Man, a Cringer don’t want that

Close-bodies fill fields in hand-to-hand combat

Battle cats in cypher sessions of speech

Warfare of words flashin’ that cordless heat

Compete for an edge, lyrical shots get lit

Don’t question my intention when your bucket gets kicked

[Chorus 2: Mark Wakefield & Mike Shinoda]

Tryna say what I can't be sayin’

I’ll be here (Teflon metallic, syllaballic attacks)

Tryna say what I can't be sayin’

I’ll be here (Haunt emcees with these lyrical back smacks)

[Bridge: Mark Wakefield]

Should’ve told you so

(Why?) Why wait? I shouldn’t have told you so

Why wait? I shouldn’t have told you so

Why wait? I shouldn’t have told you so

Why wait? I shouldn’t have told you so (Try)

Why wait? I shouldn’t have told you so

Why wait? I shouldn’t have told you so

Why wait? I shouldn’t have told you so

Why wait? I shouldn’t have told you so

[Chorus 3: Mark Wakefield & Mike Shinoda]

Tryna say what I can't be sayin’

I’ll be here (Teflon metallic, syllaballic attacks)

Tryna say what I can't be sayin’

I’ll be here (Haunt emcees with these lyrical back smacks)