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[Linkin Park] - "Step Up/Nobodys Listening/It's Going Down"
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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Brad Delson
Brad Delson
Бэк-вокал
Chester Bennington
Chester Bennington
Вокал
Dave Farrell
Dave Farrell
Бас-гитара
Joseph Hahn
Joseph Hahn
Сэмплер
Mike Shinoda
Mike Shinoda
MC
Rob Bourdon
Rob Bourdon
Барабаны
David Zasloff
David Zasloff
Сякухати
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Brad Delson
Brad Delson
Автор песен
Dave Farrell
Dave Farrell
Автор песен
Mike Shinoda
Mike Shinoda
Автор песен
Rob Bourdon
Rob Bourdon
Автор песен
Chester Bennington
Chester Bennington
Автор песен
Joseph Hahn
Joseph Hahn
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
LINKIN PARK
LINKIN PARK
Продюсер
Steve Sisco
Steve Sisco
Ассистент миксинг-инженера
Fox Phelps
Fox Phelps
Ассистент инженера
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Мастеринг-инженер
Andy Wallace
Andy Wallace
Миксинг-инженер
Don Gilmore
Don Gilmore
Продюсер
John Ewing, Jr.
John Ewing, Jr.
Инженер

Слова

Come, come, come, come, coming at you Come, coming at you, come, coming at you Yo, peep the style and the kids checking for it The number one question is how could you ignore it? We drop right back in the cut over basement tracks With raps that got you backing this up like Rewind that we're just rolling with the rhythm Rise from the ashes of stylistic division With these non-stop lyrics of life living Not to be forgotten but still unforgiven But in the meantime there are those who wanna talk this and that So I suppose that it gets to a point where feelings gotta get hurt And get dirty with the people spreading the dirt, it goes Try to give you warning, but everyone ignores me Told you everything loud and clear (but nobody's listening) Call to you so clearly, but you don't want to hear me Told you everything loud and clear (but nobody's listening) I got a heart full of pain, head full of stress Handful of anger held in my chest And everything left's a waste of time I hate my rhymes, but hate everyone else's more I'm ridin' on the back of this pressure Guessin' that it's better I can't keep myself together Because all of this stress gave me somethin' to write on The pain gave me somethin' I could set my sights on You never forget the blood, sweat, and tears The uphill struggle over years, the fear And trash talkin' and the people it was to And the people that started it, just like you Try to give you warning, but everyone ignores me Told you everything loud and clear (but nobody's listening) Call to you so clearly, but you don't want to hear me Told you everything loud and clear (but nobody's listening) I got a heart full of pain, head full of stress Handful of anger held in my chest Uphill struggle, blood, sweat, and tears Nothing to gain, everything to fear Heart full of pain, head full of stress Handful of anger held in my chest Uphill struggle, blood, sweat, and tears Nothing to gain, everything to fear Heart full of pain Try to give you warning, but everyone ignores me Told you everything loud and clear (but nobody's listening) Call to you so clearly, but you don't want to hear me Told you everything loud and clear (but nobody's listening) I got a heart full of pain, head full of stress (nobody's listening) Handful of anger held in my chest (nobody's listening) Uphill struggle, blood, sweat, and tears (nobody's listening) Nothin' to gain, everything to fear (nobody's listening) Come, come, come, come, coming at you Come, coming, come, come, coming at you Come, coming, come, come, coming at Come, come, come, come, coming at you from every side
Writer(s): Brad Delson, Mike Shinoda, Joseph Hahn, Chester Charles Bennington, Robert G. Bourdon, David Farrell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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