Luyện nghe bài hát Caterpillar

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

This here for the number one
Number ones here with your one
You number one, just another one
Now everybody that they number one

Ring the alarm, the caterpillar keeps
Ohh, we in the war, where butterflies keep (ahh)

I'm a product of Parker and Kubiak
If I didn't do this, in the fuck would you be at?
See there's a between us, what I spit hit arenas
You a drip my penis, I eat lions and sip hyenas
You number one when it to slaughtering 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 shit and rabies
Don't you grade me next to these rappers, baby, degrading
My style got so many facets
I switch into so many passions
I'm skippin' class to be
My pen is Big Ben, this shit's just a classic waiting
Your favorite rapper come at me, I just him
I hate congratulating these has-beens who had highs
These rappers only won their because they strategize
I bring Attica to these patterns, and here's my cry

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

This right for the number one
Number ones here your number one
You number one, just another one
Now everybody that they number one
Kid think your number quit
one song, get your number one chic
Number one fly with number one kick
When it's all then your number gon' switch

up, wait a minute
Guess what I'ma never do? so much respect to you
I feel like we're friends, so now we no longer competitors
That could be the of you
Never let someone who's not as as you
Gas you up and tell you somethin' you never
stay 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 do, they do what I let them do
Everything these niggas be is a fuckin' lie
It's nothing I can say to you that is
Remember when you the butterfly
Don't you ever disrespect the fuckin'

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

You're 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 banana peel, attack at a silver-back
You're havin' a little trouble fathomin' is actually happenin'
Like Anderson back when he snapped his shin in half
And then had the shit by a flap of skin
he tried to plant the shit back on the mat again
Pad to pen I'm batty like eyelids when they're a lot
You me, but you're not
You can't be butterflies, my offsprings are just
I see that thing squash it and rip the wings of it off
So ring the alarm, the extinguishers off of the wall
Set the sprinklers off like Jada Pinkett and Queen
'Till the shingles come off the roof we'll at the ceiling
Slaughterhouse in the building, fingers aloft
Say what I when I rhyme, in ink-pen I talk
And the language I is my mind
and Penguin combined
Spit it's King of the Dot
A thought I think of will help you distinguish apart
The frauds the cream of the crop
(Wait a minute) Hold up like a
Damn dawg, is that copyin' or homage?
It's sad because dad you to rap as a damn toddler
My dad is your grandfather, I'll have to on you
Come back as black wasp, half jacket, you can't swat a
Sasquatch dancing on top of an ant it and stomp 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 hold a candle but even whacks off
You need to come to grips like a hand job
The boom bap is coming back with an axe to rap
Lumberjack with a
one, but my pencils are number twos
'Cause all I dos with 'em, poop is my pseudonym
On the john like a prostitute I'm droppin' a deuce
And when I'm producing them lyrical movements
These are like my saloons
'Cause these bars got my stools in 'em
And I don't need to loosen 'em
Bitch, is real like I pooped Jerusalem
I'm 'bout to go a cocoon
Then I'm cuttin' you from mother's womb
Then I'm you!