Luyện nghe bài hát Caterpillar

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

This here for the number one
ones here with your number one
You ain't number one, another one
Now everybody sayin' that number one

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

I'm a product of Lewis and Kubiak
If I didn't do this, where in the fuck 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 one when it come to slaughtering mics
I'm tryna be one in my son and daughter life
Uhh, all you niggas my little rapper
Y'all my children, bit my shit and contracted rabies
Don't you grade me next to rappers, baby, that's degrading
My got so many different facets
I switch into so many passions
I'm skippin' to be fascinatin'
My pen is like Big Ben, this shit's 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 my battle cry

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

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

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

This here for the number one
Number ones with 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 your number one
When it's all done then your number gon'

You're at Atilla, the psychopathic killer, the caterpillar
Don't me when I'm supposed to rap until, uh
Especially 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' 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 when they're 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 the alarm, pull 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, middle fingers
Say I think when I rhyme, in ink-pen I talk
And the language I is my mind
Kingpin and Penguin
like it's King of the Dot
A singular I think of will help you distinguish apart
The frauds the cream 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 toddler
My dad is your grandfather, I'll have to on you
Come back as black wasp, yellow jacket, you can't 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 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 wack
And can't a candle but even Daniel-son whacks off
You jack-offs to come to grips like a hand job
The boom bap is coming back an axe to mumble rap
Lumberjack a hacksaw
one, but my pencils are number twos
'Cause that's all I dos with 'em, is my pseudonym
On the john like a prostitute when I'm droppin' a
And when I'm producing them bowel movements
These beats are my saloons
'Cause bars 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
I'm cuttin' you from your mother's womb
Then I'm you!