Luyện nghe bài hát Artifacts Freestyle

If im hawking you it because I respect you god,
Its because im trying to a perfect place for me to sh*t on,
hear about me and discreetly set up a date to me,
to see if they can me,
So I ready to let no motherf*cker eat me,
thats why you find pieces of emcees in my feces weekly,
You can't beat me you can't + aLt + delete me,
you can't even shine on a song that features me,
Slippery saliva my delievery tighter,
me to outmanoeuvrer Russian Minky Fighters,
Launching missles on rap artists like they was targets,
For comming on broader market that garbage,
From Newark to South Orange, N*ggas is paying harmage,
I'll battle you for anything you own pawning,
Rap snap, get ass cracked like bear traps
Contaminate air sacs like tear gas,
And I swear black, try to me, you won't last,
I'll turn ass into the artist formerly known as, you gay ass fag,
I'll blow you to ashes tactics,
you naked, then make you hug a cactus, you bastard,
From the Halby Knocking Conference to the Gavin,
Whack emcees get slapped in faces for rapping,
For abosoulety no + Reason I start beefing,
Spitting faster than two Puerto Ricans speaking,
Keys for me to make out of someone you respect,
And That you will discover you for to test,
The weather nice enough to rhyme wit me,
Should surrender soul and combine with me,
Or die violently, I try to be a millionare the years up,
Im hungry like a dog his ears up,
This little N*gga with from north Newark,
The only thing faster than the speed of light is the of dark,
With the jaws of the great shark, I'll rip you apart,
My state of the art lyrically laser is sharpe,
the brian matter of my enemies,
With the bullet projectory that mudered John Kennedy,
In the back of the cavity,
Is what actually what for anything motherf*cker for trying to battle me,
90 minutes heat, 90 of lyrics and beats, 90 minutes and these brick city streets,
Mad and tad one keeping it tight,
Canbius 97' and Im out like Blue Trice