Luyện nghe bài hát "C" Section

This is the C
Rippin and wreckin the lyrical legends y'all to mic club heaven
This is the C
A lyrical second to none in this profession

I it exquisite
And rip it minute by
I'm in it to win it
You fuckin rhyme with bis you
Lyrical menace enamel off your teeth like a dentist
With a senator minister from the executive
Pro-gression followed by metaphorical
Testing 1 2 3 4 testing
Supreme nemesis to competitors
Predators eat intestines of anything entrusted in
you like lettuce and celery start seven
Then a mc salad out of suckas and sell it
For an percentage
With nine of the credit
Drink red bull beverage to increase lyrical
I only give to mic club members and my own mentors
In the center of my circle I dare you to enter
is art imitating life imitating art
Imitating the brain simulating when I talk
Idealistically I spit for
The cinography of the is what balances me
me
E A six prowlers
Superior air
Fly around us with that's soundless
rhymes out by the thousands
Nitro-glycerin tablets under the tongue me down a bit
Attitude cynicism and
you? come on dude I should slap you fool
Spit what I'll leave your numb the friction is so sick son
Your disappear from a trition
Rhythmic high intensity conflict is a it
Especially if is doin the rippin
You to clippin in the C-section incisions
With scissors with rubber ergonomic for the fingers
Liars for hire with a like Jeffery Fygar
And rock it like who work for mic club
Hyped up and the mic up my man
forward as expeditiously as I can
Ain't in the world like Bis
The with radio telescopic devices
Same type
hairless igogarious Jamaican-American
Lyricist turned terrorist
Airlift me off the front line to my
So I can sit in his chair and tell him how I care for this
This is what they want this is what love
To engage in the exchange of ideas and
I'm in the cut satellite trackin you rappers
With months of rations beneath the catacombs of Paris
Theories of super-lattice and
Atomic attack tachometers flash when I punch the gas
The farther I the harder I rhyme
You gotta death and survive to feel more alive
The quality of life is an illusion of the
Super-imposed lines two-dimensional from the side
According to the science of the C-section
If they say I'm the best after I die be surprised
I C-section the sky let my rise
At the moment of truth I know it's my time
As my soul is eased through the sive I'll be grateful because I
The only is that I didn't have kids
To C-section my whiz
And see the of my face in hers or his
Who knows the future will bring
It me to think
This mic meant now it doesn't seem important
Now I gotta follow orders defend
Maine to California Seattle to Florida
If I could talk to the Oracle I what I'd ask her
I'd speak to her my passions
As the turn my life passes
I'll just till I see the master and I'll just ask him
Forget it that's the this is the present
A message to anybody listenin to the C

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