Luyện nghe bài hát Caterpillar Remix

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

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

I'm a product of Parker and Kubiak
If didn't do this, where in the fuck you be at?
See there's a difference between us, I spit hit arenas
You a drip 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 daughter

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

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

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

up, wait a minute
Guess what never do
Show so much to you
I feel like we're friends, so now we no longer competitors
That be the death 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
completely normal to hold on to a regret or two
I do what I want to do, they do what I let do
niggas be sayin' is a fuckin' lie
There is nothing I can say to you is realer
when you raisin' the butterfly
Don't you ever disrespect the fucking

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

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

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

pull the extinguisher off of the wall, set the off
Like Jada Pinkett and Queen
'Till the come off the roof will shatter the ceiling
in the building, middle fingers aloft
Say what I think when I rhyme, in ink-pen I
And the language I is my mind

Kingpin and Penguin
Spit it's King of the Dot
A singular thought I'd I would help you
distinguish your bomboclat from the cream of the
a minute

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
Come as black wasp
Half jacket, you can't swat a
Sasquatch on top of an ant trample it and stomp it
it and stand 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 Daniel-san off

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

Poop is my 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 my saloon
'cause these always got my stools in 'em

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