Luyện nghe bài hát Caterpillar

You will not be to stay home, brotha
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 commercials
Because the revolution not be televised

This right here for the one
Number here with your number one
You ain't number one, another one
Now everybody sayin' they number one

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

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

Ring the alarm, the caterpillar is
Ohh, we in the war, where butterflies dyin' (ahh)

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

Hold up, a minute
Guess what never do? Show so much respect to you
That I like we're 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 you never knew
Always stay professional, you always make revenue
Don't let people next to you that don't the best for you
It's completely normal to hold on to a or two
I do what I wanna do, they do I let them do
these 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 here with number one
You number one, just another one
Now sayin' that they number one
Kid think your number won't
Number one song, get your one chic
one fly with your number one kick
When it's all done then your number gon'

looking at Atilla, the psychopathic killer, the caterpillar
Don't me when I'm supposed 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
You're havin' a little trouble fathomin' is actually happenin'
Like Anderson Silva back when he snapped his in half
And then had the shit hangin' by a flap of
After he tried to plant the shit back on the mat
Pad to pen I'm batty like eyelids when blinkin' a lot
You copy me, but not
You can't be butterflies, my offsprings are just
I see that I'ma squash it and rip the wings of it off
So ring the alarm, pull the extinguishers off of the
Set the sprinklers off like Pinkett and Queen Latifah
the shingles come off the roof we'll shout at the ceiling
Slaughterhouse in the building, fingers aloft
Say what I think when I rhyme, in ink-pen I
And the language I is my mind
and Penguin combined
Spit like King of the Dot
A singular thought I of will help you distinguish apart
The from the cream of the crop
(Wait a minute) up like a flashcard
Damn dawg, is copyin' or payin' homage?
sad because dad taught you to rap as a damn toddler
My dad is your grandfather, 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
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 this
It's a
Stampin' out grasshoppers, you can't be no Rap
In fact exact opposites, you make a wack song
And can't hold a candle but even whacks off
You jack-offs to come to grips like a hand job
The boom bap is back with an axe to mumble rap
with a hacksaw
Number one, but my are number twos
'Cause that's all I dos 'em, poop is my pseudonym
On the john like a when I'm droppin' a deuce
And when I'm producing them lyrical movements
These beats are my saloons
'Cause these always got my stools in 'em
And I don't Metamucil to loosen 'em
Bitch, shit is real like I pooped
I'm to go spin a cocoon
Then I'm you from your mother's womb
Then I'm you!