Luyện nghe bài hát Caterpillar Remix

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

This right here for the ones
Number ones with your number one
You ain't number one, another one
Now everybody sayin' they number one
Ring the alarm, the keeps firing
Ohh, we in the war, where 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 us, what I spit hit arenas
You a drip from my penis, I eat lions and sip
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, y'all bit my shit and rabies
Don't you me next to these rapper, baby, that's degrading
My style got so different facets
I into so many different passions
I'm skippin' class to be

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

This here for the number ones
ones here with your number one
You number one, just another one
Now everybody sayin' they 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 then your number gon' switch

up, wait a minute
Guess what I'ma do
Show so respect to you
That I feel 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 you somethin' you never knew

Always professional
You always make revenue
Don't let people next to you that don't want the for you
completely normal to hold on to a regret or two
I do I want to do, they do what I let them do
Everything niggas be is a fuckin' lie
There is nothing I can say to you that is
Remember when you the butterfly
you ever disrespect the fucking caterpillar

This right for the number ones
Number ones here with your one
You number one, just another one
Now sayin' that they number one
Now you think you number one, quit
Number one soul, get your one chip
Number one fly with your number one
When all done then your number gon' switch

You at Attila
The psychopathic killer, the
tell me when I'm supposed to rap until
Especially when your favorite rapper even half 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'
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 barely harlots when they're blinkin' a lot
You me, but you're not
You be butterflies
My offsprings are 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 Pinkett and Queen Latifah
'Till the shingles come off the roof will shatter the
Slaughterhouse in the building, middle fingers
Say what I think when I rhyme, in I talk
And the language I is my mind

Kingpin and Penguin
like it's King of the Dot
A singular thought I'd think I help you
distinguish your from the cream of the crop
Wait a

Hold up like a
dog, is that copyin' or payin' homage?
It's sad because dad taught you to rap as a toddler
My dad is grandfather
I to rehatch on you
back as black wasp
Half jacket, you can't swat a
Sasquatch dancing on top of an ant it and stomp it
it and stand on it
Dammit, I can't it

The rap is a vag' and I'm in like a tampon in this bitch
a manslaughter
Stampin' out grasshoppers, you can't be no Rap
In you're exact opposites
You make a wack song, and can't hold a
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 twos 'cause that's all I dos 'em

Poop is my and I'm
On the like a prostitute when I'm droppin' a deuce
And when I'm them lyrical bowel movements
These are like my saloon
'cause bars 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 from your mother's womb then I'm you.