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 to lose yourself on
skag and skip out for beer during
Because the revolution will not be

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

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

I'm a product of Parker Lewis and
If I didn't do this, in the fuck would you be at?
See there's a difference between us, what I hit arenas
You a drip from my penis, I eat and sip hyenas
You number one when it to slaughtering mics
I'm be number one in my son and daughter life
Uhh, all you niggas my little rapper
Y'all my children, y'all bit my shit and contracted
you grade me next to these rappers, baby, that's degrading
My style got so many different
I switch into so many different
I'm skippin' to be fascinatin'
My pen is like Big Ben, this shit's a classic waiting
Your rapper come at me, I just decapitate him
I hate congratulating these who had their highs
These only won their matches because they strategize
I bring 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 here for the number one
Number here with your number one
You ain't number one, another one
Now everybody sayin' that number one
Kid think number won't quit
Number one song, get number one chic
Number one fly with your number one
When it's all done then your gon' switch

up, wait a minute
Guess what I'ma never do? Show so much to you
That I like we're friends, so now we no longer competitors
That be the death 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 next to you 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
Everything these be sayin' is a fuckin' lie
It's nothing I can say to you is realer
when you praisin' the butterfly
Don't you ever the fuckin' caterpillar

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

looking at Atilla, the psychopathic killer, the caterpillar
Don't tell me I'm supposed to rap until, uh
Especially your favorite rapper ain't even half as ill
A still,
the a banana peel, attack at a silver-back gorilla
You're havin' a little trouble fathomin' is actually happenin'
Like Anderson Silva back when he his shin in half
And then had the shit hangin' by a flap of
he tried to plant the shit back on the mat again
Pad to pen I'm batty like eyelids when blinkin' a lot
You me, but you're not
You can't be butterflies, my offsprings are just
I see that thing I'ma it and rip the wings of it off
So the alarm, pull the extinguishers off of the wall
Set the sprinklers off like Pinkett and Queen Latifah
'Till the come off the roof we'll shout at the ceiling
Slaughterhouse in the building, fingers aloft
Say what I when I rhyme, in ink-pen I talk
And the language I speak is my
Kingpin and 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 that or payin' homage?
It's sad because dad taught you to rap as a damn
My dad is grandfather, I'll have to re-hatch on you
Come 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 vag' and I'm goin' in 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 a hand job
The bap is coming back with an axe to mumble rap
with a hacksaw
Number one, but my pencils are twos
that's all I dos with 'em, poop is my pseudonym
On the john like a prostitute when I'm droppin' a
And when I'm producing them lyrical bowel
beats are like my saloons
'Cause these bars got my stools in 'em
And I don't need Metamucil to 'em
Bitch, is real like I pooped Jerusalem
I'm 'bout to go a cocoon
Then I'm cuttin' you from mother's womb
Then I'm you!