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

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

I'm a product of Lewis and Kubiak
If didn't do this, in the fuck would you be at?
See a difference between us, what I spit hit arenas
You a from my penis, I eat lions and sip hyenas
You number one when it 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 and contracted rabies
you rate me next to these rapper, baby, that's degrading
My style got so different facets
I switch so many different passions
I'm skippin' to be fascinatin'

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

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

up, wait a minute
Guess I'ma never do
Show so much to you
That I feel like we're friends, so now we no competitors
That could be the of you
Never let who's not as smart as you gas you up
And tell you you never knew

stay professional
You always gon' revenue
Don't let people next to you that don't the best for you
It's completely normal to hold on to a 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 that is
Remember you raisin' the butterfly
Don't you ever the fucking caterpillar

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

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

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

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

Kingpin and Penguin
Spit like King of the Dot
A singular I'd think 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 have to on you
Come back as black
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 stop it

The rap is a and I'm goin' 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 song, and can't hold a candle
But even whacks off

You need to come to grips like a hand job
The boom bap is coming back an ax to mumble rap
Lumberjack with a
one,
but my pencils are number twos 'cause all I dos with 'em

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

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