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

This right here for the ones
Number ones here with number one
You ain't number one, just one
Now everybody sayin' that 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, where in the would you be at?
See a difference between us, what I spit hit arenas
You a drip from my penis, I eat and sip hyenas
You one when it come to slaughtered mics
I'm tryna be 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
you rate me next to these rapper, baby, that's degrading
My style got so many different
I switch so many different passions
I'm skippin' to be fascinatin'

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

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

Hold up, wait a
what I'ma never do
Show so much to you
That I like 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 you somethin' you never knew

Always professional
You gon' make revenue
Don't let people to you that 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 be sayin' is a fuckin' lie
There is nothing I can say to you that is
Remember when you raisin' the
Don't you disrespect the fucking caterpillar

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

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

You're havin' a trouble fathomin' this is actually happenin'
Like Anderson Silva back when he snapped his in half 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 barely like harlots they're blinkin' a lot
You me, but you're not
You be butterflies
My are just moths
I see that thing I'ma 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 will shatter the
in the building, middle fingers aloft
Say what I when I rhyme, in ink-pen I talk
And the language I is my mind

and Penguin combined
Spit like 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 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 trample it and 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
It's a
Stampin' out grasshoppers, you be no Rap Gods
In fact you're exact
You a wack song, and can't hold a candle
But even Daniel-san off

You jack-offs need to to grips 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

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

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