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 not be able to lose yourself on
skag and out for beer during commercials
Because the revolution not be televised

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

I'm a product of Parker and Kubiak
If didn't do this, where in the would you be at?
See there's a difference between us, what I hit arenas
You a drip 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 niggas my little babies
Y'all my children, y'all bit my shit and contracted
Don't you rate me next to these rapper, baby, that's
My got so many different facets
I switch into so different passions
I'm skippin' class to be

My pen is like Big Ben, this shit's a classic waiting
favorite rapper come at me, I just decapitate him
Out congratulating these has-beens who had their highs
These rappers only won matches 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, butterflies keep dyin' (ahh)

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

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

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

This right for the number ones
Number ones here your number one
You ain't number one, just 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 done then your gon' switch

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

You're havin' a little trouble fathomin' this is actually
Like Anderson Silva back when he snapped his shin in and then
had the shit by a flap of skin after
he tried to plant the shit on the mat again
Pad to pen I'm like harlots when they're blinkin' a lot
You me, but you're not
You be butterflies
My are just moths
I see that thing 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 roof shatter the ceiling
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
like it's King of the Dot
A singular thought I'd I would help you
distinguish bomboclat from the cream of the crop
Wait a

Hold up a flashcard
Damn dog, is that copyin' or homage?
It's sad because dad taught you to rap as a toddler
My dad is your
I have to on you
Come back as wasp
yellow 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 tampon in bitch
a manslaughter
Stampin' out grasshoppers, you can't be no Rap
In fact you're exact
You make a wack song, and hold a candle
But Daniel-san whacks off

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

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

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