Luyện nghe bài hát Cenoir Studies 02

Yo the artists come and go, so the show
So does the dough, nothin lasts forever you
It's all about the experience and what you from it
What you in the process, what you make of it
Number two in the at the top of the summit, I loved it
Shoulda packed a parachute for the
Now I'm opening these clips crawlin mud pits
With and hundreds of clips on Uncle Sam's budget
rifles itself, handcuff Bert Reynolds
To Jim Brown and with Raquel Welsh
Isn't my queen lovely? her rum of rays
And ice cream, shower her diamond rings and money
23 a day I study
Dreamin about beautiful I hate you gay teletubies
Dreams keep my alive you take em from me
The is bloody, mean, and ugly
My andrenaline rushes when the rush me
Tryin to me 'cause I swore I'd defend my country
If I could choose between being and having money
Nothing negative could touch me
What be is ultimately not up to me
But I sacrifice my life for yours if you me
Pin my medals my chest
So I could left-right-left in a death
God's speed and God
In the end I hope God is impressed if I'm put to
I did I came to do, no time left
Say my name out the blue I rhyme it the best
Mic dot net see me live in the flesh
You come and download every rhyme that I spit
You could pay to Rip for one dollar a clip
None of those is on the album bitch
It's a storage where I keep my shit
For the students in the class that peep my shit
Break a bootlegger leg if he leak my
You wanna sign him bitch then eat my shit
Drink my piss, you could compete like this
I'ma give you an example how I get
Technology not available for
My collects, stores, and converts million bar verses
At a stand-off of a thousand feet
I the target and pound em to sleep
To within one micro-inch if you out in the
I could close my ears and still move my to the beat
Dial-up to your network and make your delete
Count to three, listen to you a beat
Too late, already stepped in the feces
Dr. Norton's too sick to your PCs
Virtually I make your virtual memory
With a weapon of mass destruction you MD's
I'm a TMC to MCs
Destroy colonies UCAVs
I in no less than twenty 18s
Wipe you out I even get to the beach
With my space based mirrors
Can you write that out without error?
Dumb fucks I'm the best whatever
Divide 18 by 6 you get the letter
From the lowest orbit up to the heavens
I bomb y'all wit lyrics of flesh shredders and petters
As a spitter I'm still than leather
I had to go underground to get over the
Battle rap from the multi-megawatt
Bury you beneath the on the bed of rocks
I never get bored
I write about Hugsley vs Wibble Force, fuck writin chorus
Copenhaven of metaphors
Everything from Bob Marley to Saul
The System of A song number 14
I see aerials in the sky I dream
The end is near I wish it hurry up
I feel burning me up
Before I explain in
You should examine the Mahr's mineral under my nails
Sometimes I wonder listening
The auditory Pavlovian so sickening
My adenine, guanine, cytosine,
And thymine is what makes my rhyme supreme
as I hear the beat, bada-bing
You gotta think: a hundred bars...damn, a lotta ink
Eventually all of my albums'll be out of
be a clone for every style I invent
For every line I intense
For all the time I spent, word I spit since 96
If you could at a hundred
I output way above it, if we in public, I double it
Put this on your study and go study, bitch
Basically Hammer you "can't touch this"
I'm too assertive and alert for its worth
My piece of work is still yearning to be birthed
Dismissed
Cenoir from Canibus

There is something mystical, but it's not
and nobody should it as though this is something special
that do... anybody--anybody born physically able in the brain
can sit down and begin to write and discover
that there are depths in her soul or his that are untapped