Luyện nghe bài hát Caterpillar Remix

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

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

I'm a product of Parker and Kubiak
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 tryna be number one in my son and life

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

My pen is like Big Ben, this shit's just a waiting
favorite rapper come at me, I just decapitate him
Out congratulating these has-beens 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, where butterflies keep (ahh)

This here for the number ones
Number ones here your number one
You ain't number one, just one
Now everybody sayin' that they one
Here take your one, quit
Number one soul, get number one chip
Number one fly with your 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
That I feel like we're friends, so now we no longer
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 stay
You always make revenue
Don't let next to you that don't want the best for you
It's completely normal to on to a regret or two
I do I want to do, they do what I let them do
Everything niggas be sayin' is a lie
is nothing I can say to you that is realer
Remember when you raisin' the
Don't you ever the fucking caterpillar

right here for the number ones
Number ones with your number one
You ain't one, just another one
Now everybody sayin' they number one
Now you that you number one, quit
Number one soul, get number one chip
Number one fly your number one kicks
When it's all done then your number 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 banana peel, at a silver-back gorilla

You're havin' a little fathomin' this is actually happenin'
Like Anderson Silva back when he snapped his shin in and then
had the shit hangin' by a of skin after
he to plant the shit back 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 offsprings are just
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 Pinkett and Queen Latifah
'Till the shingles come off the roof shatter the ceiling
Slaughterhouse in the building, fingers aloft
Say what I think I rhyme, in ink-pen I talk
And the I speak 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 of the crop
a minute

Hold up a flashcard
dog, is that copyin' or payin' homage?
It's sad because dad you to rap as a damn toddler
My dad is your
I have to on you
Come back as black
yellow jacket, you can't swat a
Sasquatch on top of an ant trample it and stomp it
Smash it and on it
Dammit, I stop it

The rap is a vag' and I'm goin' in like a tampon in this
a manslaughter
Stampin' out grasshoppers, you be no Rap Gods
In fact you're exact
You make a wack song, and can't a candle
But Daniel-san whacks off

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

Poop is my and I'm
On the john like a prostitute when I'm a deuce
And when I'm producing them lyrical bowel
These beats are my saloon
these bars always got my stools in 'em

And I don't Metamucil to loosen them
Bitch, shit is real like I pooped
I'm 'bout to go spin another
And I'm cuttin' you your mother's womb then I'm flushin' you.