Luyện nghe bài hát Caterpillar

You not be able to stay home, brotha
You not be able to plug 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 here for the number one
Number ones here with your one
You ain't one, just another one
Now everybody sayin' that number one

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

I'm a product of Lewis and Kubiak
If I do this, where in the fuck would you be at?
See there's a difference between us, what I spit hit
You a drip from my penis, I eat and sip hyenas
You number one when it come to mics
I'm tryna be one in my son and daughter life
Uhh, all you niggas my little 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 many facets
I switch into so different passions
I'm skippin' to be fascinatin'
My pen is like Big Ben, this just a classic waiting
Your rapper come at me, I just decapitate him
I hate congratulating has-beens who had their highs
These rappers only won their matches they strategize
I bring Attica to patterns, and here's my battle cry

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

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

Hold up, wait a
Guess what I'ma do? Show so much respect to you
That I feel like we're friends, so now we no competitors
That could be the of you
Never let who's not as smart as you
Gas you up and tell you somethin' you knew
Always stay professional, you gon' make revenue
Don't let people to you that don't want the best for you
It's completely normal to hold on to a or two
I do what I wanna do, do what I let them do
these niggas be sayin' is a fuckin' lie
It's nothing I can say to you is realer
Remember when you praisin' the
Don't you ever disrespect the caterpillar

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

You're looking at Atilla, the killer, the caterpillar
Don't tell me when I'm to rap until, uh
Especially when your favorite rapper ain't even 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 Silva back when he snapped his shin in
And then had the shit hangin' by a of skin
After he to plant 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 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
'Till the shingles come off the roof we'll at the ceiling
Slaughterhouse in the building, fingers aloft
Say what I think when I rhyme, in I talk
And the language I speak is my
Kingpin and Penguin
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
dawg, is that copyin' or payin' 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 on top of an ant trample it and stomp it
Smash it and stand on it, dammit, I can't it
The rap is a and I'm goin' in like a tampon in this bitch
It's a
Stampin' out grasshoppers, you be no Rap Gods
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 grips like a job
The boom bap is coming with an axe to mumble rap
Lumberjack a hacksaw
Number one, but my pencils are number
'Cause that's all I dos with 'em, poop is my
On the like a prostitute when I'm droppin' a deuce
And I'm producing them lyrical bowel movements
These beats are like my
'Cause bars 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
I'm flushin' you!