Luyện nghe bài hát Caterpillar

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

This right for the number one
Number ones here your number one
You ain't number one, just one
Now sayin' that they number one

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

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

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

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

Hold up, wait a
Guess what never do? Show so much respect to you
That I feel we're friends, so now we no longer competitors
That could be the of you
Never let someone not as smart as you
Gas you up and tell you somethin' you never
Always professional, you always gon' make revenue
Don't let people next to you don't want the best for you
completely 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
It's nothing I can say to you that is
Remember when you the butterfly
Don't you ever disrespect the fuckin'

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

You're looking at Atilla, the killer, the caterpillar
Don't tell me I'm supposed to rap until, uh
Especially when your favorite rapper even half as ill
A still,
the a banana peel, attack at a silver-back gorilla
You're havin' a little trouble this is actually happenin'
Like Anderson Silva back he snapped his shin in half
And had the shit hangin' by a flap of skin
After he tried to plant the shit 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 are just moths
I see that thing I'ma squash it and rip the of it off
So ring the alarm, the extinguishers off of the wall
Set the off like Jada Pinkett and Queen Latifah
'Till the shingles come off the roof we'll shout at the
in the building, middle fingers aloft
Say what I when I rhyme, in ink-pen I talk
And the language I speak is my
and Penguin combined
Spit it's King of the Dot
A singular thought I think of will help you apart
The frauds from the of the crop
(Wait a minute) Hold up like a
dawg, is that copyin' or payin' homage?
It's sad because dad taught you to rap as a damn
My dad is your grandfather, I'll to re-hatch on you
Come back as black wasp, half yellow jacket, you 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 a tampon in this bitch
It's a
out grasshoppers, you can't be no Rap Gods
In you're exact opposites, you make a wack song
And hold a candle but even Daniel-son whacks off
You need to come to grips like a hand job
The bap is coming back with an axe to mumble rap
Lumberjack a hacksaw
Number one, but my pencils are number
'Cause that's all I dos with 'em, is my pseudonym
On the john like a when I'm droppin' a deuce
And when I'm producing lyrical bowel movements
These are like my saloons
'Cause these always 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 spin a
Then I'm you from your mother's womb
Then I'm you!