Luyện nghe bài hát Caterpillar Remix

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

This right here for the number
Number ones with your number one
You ain't number one, another one
Now everybody sayin' that they one
Ring the alarm, the caterpillar firing
Ohh, we in the war, where butterflies dyin' (ahh)

I'm a product of Lewis and Kubiak
If do this, where in the fuck would you be at?
See there's a between us, what I spit hit arenas
You a drip from my penis, I eat and sip hyenas
You number one it come to slaughtered mics
I'm tryna be one in my son and daughter life

Uhh, all you niggas my little rapper
Y'all my children, y'all bit my and contracted rabies
Don't you rate me to these rapper, baby, that's degrading
My got so many different facets
I into so many different passions
I'm class to be fascinatin'

My pen is like Big Ben, this shit's just a waiting
Your favorite rapper come at me, I just him
Out congratulating these has-beens who had their highs
These only won their matches because they strategize
I bring attitude to these patterns, and my battle cry
Ring the alarm, the caterpillar is
Ohh, we in the war, where butterflies keep (ahh)

This right here for the ones
Number here with your number one
You number one, just another one
Now everybody that they number one
Here take your one, quit
Number one soul, get your one chip
Number one fly with your one kicks
When it's all done then your number gon'

up, wait a minute
Guess what never do
Show so much to you
That I feel like we're friends, so now we no competitors
That be the death of you
let someone who's not as smart as you gas you up
And you somethin' you never knew

Always professional
You always make revenue
Don't let people next to you that don't want the for you
It's completely normal to on to a regret or two
I do what I want to do, do what I let them do
Everything niggas be is a fuckin' lie
There is I can say to you that is realer
Remember when you the butterfly
Don't you disrespect the fucking caterpillar

right here for the number ones
Number ones here with number one
You number one, just another one
Now everybody sayin' that they one
Now you think you number one, quit
Number one soul, get your one chip
Number one fly with number one kicks
When it's all then your number gon' switch

You looking at
The killer, the caterpillar
tell me when I'm supposed to rap until
Especially when your favorite rapper ain't half as ill
A still,
the track's a banana peel, attack at a silver-back

You're havin' a trouble fathomin' this is actually happenin'
Like Anderson Silva back when he his shin in half and then
had the shit hangin' by a flap of after
he tried to plant the shit on the mat again
Pad to pen I'm barely harlots when they're blinkin' a lot
You copy me, but not
You can't be
My offsprings are moths
I see that I'ma squash it and rip the wings of it off
So the alarm,

pull the off of the wall, set the sprinklers off
Like Pinkett and Queen Latifah
'Till the shingles come off the will shatter the ceiling
Slaughterhouse in the building, middle aloft
Say what I think when I rhyme, in I talk
And the language I speak is my

and Penguin combined
Spit like it's of the Dot
A singular thought I'd I would help you
distinguish bomboclat from the cream of the crop
Wait a

up like a flashcard
Damn dog, is copyin' or payin' homage?
It's sad dad taught you to rap as a damn toddler
My dad is your
I to rehatch on you
Come back as black
Half jacket, you can't swat a
Sasquatch dancing on top of an ant trample it and it
Smash it and on it
Dammit, I stop it

The rap is a vag' and I'm goin' in a tampon in this bitch
a manslaughter
Stampin' out grasshoppers, you be no Rap Gods
In fact exact opposites
You make a song, and can't hold a candle
But even whacks off

You need to come to grips like a hand job
The boom bap is coming back with an ax to rap
Lumberjack with a
one,
but my are number twos 'cause that's all I dos with 'em

is my suit and I'm
On the like a prostitute when I'm droppin' a deuce
And when I'm producing lyrical bowel movements
beats are like my saloon
'cause these bars got my stools in 'em

And I don't need Metamucil to them
Bitch, shit is real like I Jerusalem
I'm 'bout to go spin cocoon
And I'm you from your mother's womb then I'm flushin' you.