Luyện nghe bài hát Caterpillar Remix

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

This right for the number ones
Number ones here with your one
You number one, just another one
Now everybody sayin' that they one
Ring the alarm, the caterpillar firing
Ohh, we in the war, butterflies keep dyin' (ahh)

I'm a product of Parker Lewis and
If didn't do this, in the fuck would you be at?
See there's a difference between us, what I hit arenas
You a from my penis, I eat lions and sip hyenas
You number one it come to slaughtered mics
I'm be number 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 rate me next to these rapper, baby, that's
My style got so many different
I into so many different 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
Out here congratulating these who had their highs
These rappers only won their matches because strategize
I attitude 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 ones
Number ones here with number one
You ain't one, just another one
Now everybody that they number one
Here your number one, quit
Number one soul, get your one chip
Number one fly with your number one
When it's all done then your number switch

Hold up, a minute
what I'ma never do
Show so much to you
That I feel like friends, so now we no longer competitors
could be the death of you
Never let someone not as smart as you gas you up
And tell you somethin' you knew

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

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

You looking at
The killer, the caterpillar
Don't tell me I'm supposed to rap until
Especially when your favorite rapper ain't even 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 of skin after
he tried to plant the back on the mat again
Pad to pen I'm barely like when they're blinkin' a lot
You copy me, but not
You be butterflies
My are just moths
I see that thing I'ma squash it and rip the of it off
So the alarm,

the extinguisher off of the wall, set the sprinklers off
Like Jada Pinkett and Latifah
'Till the shingles come off the roof will shatter the
Slaughterhouse in the building, middle aloft
Say what I think I rhyme, in ink-pen I talk
And the language I is my mind

Kingpin and combined
Spit it's King of the Dot
A singular thought I'd think I help you
distinguish your bomboclat from the cream of the
Wait a

Hold up like a
Damn dog, is copyin' or payin' homage?
It's sad because dad taught you to rap as a damn
My dad is your
I to rehatch on you
back as black wasp
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 can't it

The rap is a vag' and I'm goin' in like a in this bitch
It's a
out grasshoppers, you can't be no Rap Gods
In fact you're opposites
You a wack song, and can't hold a candle
But even Daniel-san off

You jack-offs need to come to like a hand job
The boom bap is coming with an ax to mumble rap
Lumberjack a hacksaw
one,
but my pencils are twos 'cause that's all I dos with 'em

is my suit and I'm
On the john like a prostitute when I'm droppin' a
And when I'm them lyrical bowel movements
These beats are like my
'cause these bars always got my in 'em

And I don't need Metamucil to loosen
Bitch, shit is real like I pooped
I'm 'bout to go spin cocoon
And I'm cuttin' you from your womb then I'm flushin' you.