Luyện nghe bài hát Caterpillar Remix

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

right here for the number ones
Number ones here with your 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 Lewis and Kubiak
If do this, where in the fuck would you be at?
See there's a difference between us, I spit hit arenas
You a from 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 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 many different
I switch into so many different
I'm class to be fascinatin'

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

This right here for the ones
Number ones with your number one
You ain't one, just another one
Now everybody sayin' that number one
Here take your 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

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

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

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

You at Attila
The killer, the caterpillar
Don't tell me when I'm supposed to rap
Especially your favorite rapper 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 Silva back when he snapped his shin in half and then
had the hangin' by a flap of skin after
he tried to plant the shit 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,

the extinguisher off of the wall, set the sprinklers off
Like Pinkett and Queen Latifah
'Till the shingles off the roof will shatter the ceiling
in the building, middle fingers aloft
Say what I when I rhyme, in ink-pen I talk
And the language I speak is my

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

Hold up like a
Damn dog, is that copyin' or payin'
It's sad because dad you to rap as a damn 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 this
a manslaughter
Stampin' out grasshoppers, you can't be no Rap
In fact you're exact
You make a wack song, and can't a candle
But even Daniel-san off

You jack-offs need to come to grips like a job
The bap is coming back with an ax to mumble 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 john a prostitute when I'm droppin' a deuce
And I'm producing them lyrical bowel movements
beats are like my saloon
'cause these bars got my stools in 'em

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