Luyện nghe bài hát "C" Section

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

I spit it
And rip it by minute
I'm in it to win it
You rhyme with bis you finished
menace scrape enamel off your teeth like a dentist
With a senator minister from the senate
Pro-gression followed by metaphorical
Testing 1 2 3 4 testing
supremacist nemesis to competitors
Predators eat intestines of they entrusted in
Slice you like lettuce and start seven
Then a mc salad out of suckas and sell it
For an expensive
With nine tenths of the
red bull beverage to increase lyrical leverage
I only give respect to mic members and my own mentors
In the center of my where I dare you to enter
This is art 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 speed
Superior air
Fly around us with that's soundless
Spittin out by the thousands
Nitro-glycerin tablets the tongue calm me down a bit
Attitude and lassitude
you? come on dude I should slap you fool
Spit what I'll leave lips numb the friction is so sick son
children disappear from a trition
Rhythmic intensity conflict is a given it
Especially if Canibus is the rippin
You to clippin in the C-section incisions
scissors with rubber ergonomic grip for the fingers
Liars for hire with a defense Jeffery Fygar
And it like thugs who work for mic club
up and tear the mic up my man
Move as expeditiously as I can
Ain't in the world like Bis
The nitrous with radio devices
Same shit
Facially hairless Jamaican-American
Lyricist microphone terrorist
Airlift me off the front to my therapist
So I can sit in his chair and him how much I care for this
This is what they want this is what they
To engage in the of ideas and drugs
While I'm in the cut trackin you rappers
months of food rations beneath the catacombs of Paris
Theories of and super-savage
Atomic attack tachometers when I punch the gas bitch
The farther I the harder I rhyme
You gotta face death and survive to feel alive
The quality of is an illusion of the mind
Super-imposed lines look two-dimensional from the
According to the of the C-section applied
If they say I'm the best after I die don't be
I C-section the sky let my energy
At the moment of truth I know definitely my time
As my soul is eased through the sive I'll be grateful I lived
The drawback is that I didn't have kids
To C-section my whiz
And see the resemblance of my face in or his
Who knows what the future bring
It stresses me to
This mic everything now it doesn't seem important
Now I gotta follow orders borders
From Maine to Seattle to Florida
If I could to the Oracle I know what I'd ask her
I'd to her about my passions
As the turn my life passes
I'll just wait till I see the master and I'll ask him
it that's the future this is the present
A message to listenin to the C section

[Chorus] - 2X