Luyện nghe bài hát Caterpillar Remix

You will not be able to stay home,
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 during commercials
Because the revolution not be televised

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

I'm a of Parker Lewis and Kubiak
If didn't do this, where in the fuck you be at?
See there's a difference us, what I spit hit arenas
You a from my penis, I eat lions and sip hyenas
You one when it come to slaughtered mics
I'm be number one in my son and daughter life

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

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

This right for the number ones
Number ones here with number one
You ain't one, just another one
Now everybody that they number one
Here take your one, quit
Number one soul, get your one chip
one fly with your number one kicks
When it's all done then your gon' switch

Hold up, a minute
Guess I'ma never do
Show so respect to you
That I feel we're friends, so now we no longer competitors
could be the death of you
Never let who's not as smart as you gas you up
And tell you somethin' you never

Always professional
You gon' make revenue
Don't let people next to you that don't want the for you
It's completely normal to hold on to a or two
I do what I want to do, they do what I let do
Everything niggas be is a fuckin' lie
is nothing I can say to you that is realer
Remember when you the butterfly
Don't you ever disrespect the caterpillar

This right for the number ones
Number ones here with number one
You ain't number one, just one
Now everybody sayin' they number one
Now you think you number one, quit
Number one soul, get your one chip
one fly with your number one kicks
When it's all then your number gon' switch

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

havin' a little 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 the shit back on the mat again
Pad to pen I'm barely like harlots they're blinkin' a lot
You me, but you're not
You can't be
My are just 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 Jada Pinkett and Latifah
'Till the shingles come off the roof will the ceiling
Slaughterhouse in the building, middle aloft
Say what I think when I rhyme, in ink-pen I
And the I speak is my mind

and Penguin combined
Spit it's King of the Dot
A singular I'd think I would help you
distinguish your bomboclat the cream of the crop
Wait a

Hold up like a
Damn dog, is that copyin' or homage?
It's sad because dad taught you to rap as a damn
My dad is grandfather
I to rehatch on you
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 it

The rap is a vag' and I'm goin' in like a in this bitch
a manslaughter
Stampin' out grasshoppers, you be no Rap Gods
In fact exact opposites
You make a wack song, and hold a candle
But even Daniel-san off

You jack-offs need to come to grips a hand job
The boom bap is back with an ax to mumble 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 I'm producing them lyrical bowel movements
These beats are my saloon
these bars always got my stools in 'em

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