Luyện nghe bài hát Caterpillar

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

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

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

I'm a of Parker Lewis and Kubiak
If I didn't do this, where in the fuck you be at?
See a difference between us, what I spit hit arenas
You a from my penis, I eat lions and sip hyenas
You one when it come to slaughtering mics
I'm be number one in my son and daughter life
Uhh, all you niggas my little rapper
my children, y'all bit my shit and contracted rabies
Don't you grade me to these rappers, baby, that's degrading
My got so many different facets
I switch into so many 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 congratulating has-beens who had their highs
These rappers only won matches because they strategize
I Attica to these patterns, and here's 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 with your number one
You ain't number one, just one
Now sayin' that they number one
Kid think your number quit
Number one song, get number one chic
Number one fly your number one kick
When it's all done then your number gon'

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 always gon' make
Don't let next to you that 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
these niggas be sayin' is a fuckin' lie
It's I can say to you that is realer
Remember when you the butterfly
Don't you ever disrespect the caterpillar

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 number quit
Number one song, get your number one
Number one fly with number one kick
it's all done then your number gon' switch

You're looking at Atilla, the psychopathic killer, the
Don't tell me I'm supposed to rap until, uh
Especially when your 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 trouble fathomin' this is happenin'
Like Anderson back when he snapped his shin in half
And then had the shit hangin' by a of skin
After he tried to plant the shit back on the mat
Pad to pen I'm batty like eyelids when they're a lot
You me, but you're not
You be butterflies, my offsprings are just moths
I see thing 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 Jada Pinkett and Queen Latifah
'Till the shingles off the roof we'll shout at the ceiling
Slaughterhouse in the building, middle fingers
Say I think when I rhyme, in ink-pen I talk
And the I speak is my mind
and Penguin combined
Spit like it's of the Dot
A singular thought I think of will help you apart
The frauds from the cream of the
(Wait a minute) up like a flashcard
Damn dawg, is that copyin' or payin'
It's sad because dad you to rap as a damn toddler
My dad is your grandfather, have to re-hatch on you
Come back as black wasp, half yellow jacket, you can't a
Sasquatch dancing on top of an ant it and stomp it
Smash it and stand on it, dammit, I stop it
The rap is a vag' and I'm in like a tampon in this bitch
It's a
Stampin' out grasshoppers, you be no Rap Gods
In you're exact opposites, you make a wack song
And can't hold a candle but even Daniel-son off
You jack-offs need to come to grips like a job
The boom bap is coming back with an axe to rap
Lumberjack a hacksaw
Number one, but my pencils are number
that's all I dos with 'em, poop is my pseudonym
On the like a prostitute when I'm droppin' a deuce
And when I'm producing them bowel movements
These are like my saloons
'Cause these bars always got my in 'em
And I need Metamucil to loosen 'em
Bitch, is real like I pooped Jerusalem
I'm to go spin a cocoon
Then I'm cuttin' you from mother's womb
Then I'm you!