Luyện nghe bài hát Caterpillar

You will not be able to stay home,
You will not be able to in, turn on and cop out
You will not be able to yourself on
skag and skip out for beer during
the revolution will not be televised

This right here for the one
ones here with your number one
You number one, just another one
Now sayin' that they number one

the alarm, the caterpillar keeps firing
Ohh, we in the war, butterflies keep dyin' (ahh)

I'm a of Parker Lewis and Kubiak
If I do this, where in the fuck would you be at?
See there's a difference between us, I spit hit arenas
You a from my penis, I eat lions and sip hyenas
You number one when it come to mics
I'm tryna be number one in my son and daughter
Uhh, all you niggas my rapper babies
Y'all my children, y'all bit my and contracted rabies
Don't you grade me next to these rappers, baby, that's
My style got so many different
I switch so many different passions
I'm skippin' class to be
My pen is Big Ben, this shit's just a classic waiting
Your favorite come at me, I just decapitate him
I congratulating these has-beens who had their highs
These rappers only won their matches because they
I bring to these patterns, and here's my battle cry

Ring the alarm, the is firing
Ohh, we in the war, where keep dyin' (ahh)

This here for the number one
Number ones here with your one
You ain't number one, another one
Now everybody sayin' that they one
Kid think your number quit
one song, get your number one chic
Number one fly with your number one
When it's all done your number gon' switch

Hold up, a minute
Guess what I'ma never do? so much respect to you
That I feel like friends, so now we no longer competitors
That be the death of you
Never let who's not as smart as you
Gas you up and tell you you never knew
Always professional, you always gon' make revenue
Don't let people next to you that don't want the for you
It's normal to hold on to a regret or two
I do what I wanna do, they do what I let do
Everything niggas be sayin' is a fuckin' lie
It's nothing I can say to you is realer
when you praisin' the butterfly
Don't you disrespect the fuckin' caterpillar

right here for the number one
Number ones with your number one
You ain't number one, another one
Now everybody sayin' they number one
Kid your number won't quit
Number one song, get your one chic
one fly with your number one kick
When it's all done then number gon' switch

looking at Atilla, the psychopathic killer, the caterpillar
Don't tell me I'm supposed to rap until, uh
Especially when favorite rapper ain't even half as ill
A still,
the track's a peel, attack at a silver-back gorilla
You're havin' a little fathomin' this is actually happenin'
Like Anderson back when he snapped his shin in half
And then had the shit by a flap of skin
After he tried to plant the back on the mat again
Pad to pen I'm like eyelids when they're blinkin' a lot
You copy me, but not
You can't be butterflies, my offsprings are just
I see that thing I'ma squash it and rip the of it off
So the alarm, pull the extinguishers off of the wall
Set the sprinklers off like Pinkett and Queen Latifah
'Till the shingles off the roof we'll shout at the ceiling
Slaughterhouse in the building, middle aloft
Say I think when I rhyme, in ink-pen I talk
And the language I is my mind
and Penguin combined
Spit like it's of the Dot
A singular thought I think of help you distinguish apart
The from the cream of the crop
(Wait a minute) up like a flashcard
Damn dawg, is that copyin' or homage?
It's sad because dad taught you to rap as a toddler
My dad is your grandfather, I'll to re-hatch on you
back as black wasp, half yellow jacket, you can't swat a
Sasquatch dancing on top of an ant trample it and it
it and stand on it, dammit, I can't stop it
The rap is a vag' and I'm goin' in like a tampon in bitch
a manslaughter
Stampin' out grasshoppers, you can't be no Rap
In fact you're exact opposites, you make a song
And can't a candle but even Daniel-son whacks off
You jack-offs need to come to like a hand job
The bap is coming back with an axe to mumble rap
Lumberjack a hacksaw
Number one, but my pencils are twos
'Cause that's all I dos 'em, poop is my pseudonym
On the john like a prostitute when I'm droppin' a
And when I'm them lyrical bowel movements
These beats are like my
'Cause these bars got my stools in 'em
And I don't need Metamucil to 'em
Bitch, shit is real like I pooped
I'm 'bout to go spin a
Then I'm cuttin' you from your womb
I'm flushin' you!