Luyện nghe bài hát Caterpillar

[Intro: Gil
You will not be able to home, brotha
You will not be able to plug in, on and cop out
You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and out for beer during commercials
Because the revolution not be televised

[Chorus: King
right here for the number one
Number ones here your number one
You ain't number one, another one
Now everybody sayin' that they one

Royce Da 5'9]
Ring the alarm, the caterpillar keeps
Ohh, we in the war, where butterflies dyin' (ahh)

1: Royce Da 5'9]
I'm a product of Parker Lewis and
If I didn't do this, where in the fuck you be at?
See there's a difference us, what I spit hit arenas
You a drip my penis, I eat lions and sip hyenas
You number one when it come to slaughtering
I'm be number one in my son and daughter life
Uhh, all you my little rapper babies
my children, y'all bit my shit and contracted rabies
Don't you grade me to these rappers, baby, that's degrading
My style got so different facets
I into so many different passions
I'm class to be fascinatin'
My pen is like Big Ben, this just a classic waiting
favorite rapper come at me, I just decapitate him
I hate these has-beens who had their highs
These rappers only won matches because they strategize
I bring Attica to these patterns, and my battle cry

[Pre-Chorus: Royce Da
Ring the alarm, the caterpillar is
Ohh, we in the war, where butterflies dyin' (ahh)

[Chorus: Green]
right here for the number one
Number ones here with your one
You number one, just another one
Now everybody sayin' that number one
Kid think your number won't
Number one song, get your one chick
Number one fly with your one kick
When it's all done your number gon' switch

[Verse 2: Da 5'9]
Hold up, a minute
Guess I'ma never do? Show so much respect to you
That I feel like friends, so now we no longer competitors
That be the death of you
Never let someone not as smart as you
Gas you up and tell you somethin' you knew
Always stay professional, you always make revenue
Don't let people next to you that want the best for you
It's normal to hold on to a regret or two
I do what I wanna do, do what I let them do
Everything these niggas be sayin' is a lie
nothing I can say to you that is realer
Remember when you the butterfly
Don't you ever the fuckin' caterpillar

[Chorus: King
This right for the number one
ones here with your number one
You ain't one, just another one
Now sayin' that they number one
Kid think your number won't
Number one song, get number one chick
Number one fly with your number one
When it's all then your number gon' switch

[Verse 3: & Royce Da 5'9]
You're at Atilla, the psychopathic killer, the caterpillar
Don't tell me when I'm to rap until, uh
when your favorite rapper ain't even half as ill
A still, the track's a banana peel, attack at a silver-back gorilla
You're havin' a little trouble fathomin' this is happenin'
Like Anderson back when he snapped his shin in half
And then had the hangin' by a flap of skin
After he tried to the shit back on the mat again
Pad to pen I'm batty like eyelids when they're a lot
You copy me, but not
You be butterflies, my offsprings are just moths
I see thing I'ma squash it and rip the wings of it off
So the alarm, pull the extinguishers off of the wall
Set the sprinklers off like Jada Pinkett and Queen
'Till the shingles off the roof we'll shout at the ceiling
Slaughterhouse in the building, middle fingers
Say what I when I rhyme, in ink-pen I talk
And the language I speak is my
and Penguin combined
Spit like it's of the Dot
A singular thought I think of will help you distinguish
The frauds the cream of the crop
(Wait a minute) Hold up a flashcard
Damn dawg, is that or payin' homage?
It's sad because dad taught you to rap as a toddler
My dad is grandfather, I'll have to re-hatch on you
back as black wasp, half yellow jacket, you can't swat a
Sasquatch dancing on top of an ant it and stomp it
Smash it and on it, dammit, I can't stop it
The rap is a vag' and I'm goin' in like a in this bitch
a manslaughter
Stampin' out grasshoppers, you can't be no Rap
In you're exact opposites, you make a wack song
And can't a candle but even Daniel-son whacks off
You jack-offs need to to grips like a hand job
The boom bap is coming back an axe to mumble rap
Lumberjack with a
Number one, but my pencils are twos
'Cause that's all I dos with 'em, is my pseudonym
On the john like a prostitute I'm droppin' a deuce
And when I'm producing lyrical bowel movements
These beats are my saloons
'Cause bars always got my stools in 'em
And I don't need Metamucil to 'em
Bitch, is real like I pooped Jerusalem
I'm to go spin another cocoon
I'm cuttin' you from your mother's womb
Then I'm you!