Luyện nghe bài hát Cemantics

yo
Let's talk the incredible rap flow
We can have a Dinner for Five with Favreau
See it to me natural
One of my attributes, is to be lyrically tactful
I can prove nicer, who's not an emcee
Through falsifiable scientific
In recent times, I find it's been about the rhymes
The game is very
Those who sympathize with hearts and minds
Show hatred through the mouth, body and eyes
I say to myself, why do I even try
In of whatever happens, I love it until I die

If you don't in the other dimensions you been duped
They're the main ingridience in this cosmic
See the mouse?, it
Edit the edges with
Is this the picture of a or a rabbit
You see ass and tits?, welcome to
Please, try to interpret the following
mechanics
Translated into Canibus language you'll understand it
It's on the crowd is cheering me on
Waving they arms, like they doing Gong
Firearms quarters of a million troops strong
In a single file line, stretched out a mile
of the second law
Isolated physical systems lead toward disorder
Across the dry in the featureless sand
is secondary to the meaning of man
I know but I won't
There's more to the human race than polymers and protocells
Chemical evolution, L- and sudunits
come from the love of Hip Hop and Rap music

The scourge of the words, I the earth with
I bet you submerge dry and wet, what you think?
Confuse my shrink english, the publication refuses to print
My daughter likes blue, and my son likes
Man, me a drink
kind of world are we living inn? I think it stinks
Whatever life you live, it's a quiz
If you percieve something to be real it is
Force kids to listen to Dead Prez, before they go to bed
Send them to school, put them in Ed
their paranoia of the feds
Make sure they grow and they live on the edge
The of the hard-knocks, pan-psychics sit on the block
And attempt to to rocks
In the projects they harvest the human crop
Organic robots that when they get shot
If you can survive or in the Jamacan ghetto
You deserve a medal
My goes out to all the young bloods
The has reasons the mind knows not of
From the to the twelfth month
I a twelfth pump in the trunk, for the day when Hell comes
Was invincible on the mic I held one
My motto was to blaze all and none
I came, I saw, I conquered, now they're just an empty
Mic Club holla at your boy