Luyện nghe bài hát Chaos

[Talib
We rhyme sayers we lead you like a beacon
of light out of the chaos cuttin down
players who stare we're the winners of the
Walk in we'l prepared climbin the
to heaven while you scared of the people under
ground heard the sound of the clap made you
If it was a gun the crowd or thunder
All of was out my window when I was younger
Now I'm older, lyrical clap MC's
If you don't know by now, let me aquaint you with my
(C'mon) I don't get on and waste your time
Niggaz got a lot to say but just can't rhyme
They just babies, I snatch em out incubators
Attach them to respirators, they breathin like Darth Vader
Hard as candy and suck Now or Laters
After a while your style's tasteless and it GOT NO

Projects my eyesights to the heavens like or wise sages
Release I hold save it through my book of rhyme pages
Scripts be ageless, like scrolls from sea
The off and on like the motion of Tai Chi
Ba-ha-ma-D, wor-dy, to Reflect,
to a remedy to help and get my people free, but
little support, got my on freeze
My only doin bootlegs for the Japanese
Get about eight G's, a buzz overseas
Sacrifice a pill to mainstream and do what I believe,
down to the chromosomes I'm a purist to artform
Enlighten who I touch and let the catch on

Kweli + Bahamadia]
Yeah, we your rhyme sayers, who lead you a beacon
of light, out of the chaos, down overzealous
players who stare, the winners of the game
Walk in well prepared, the stairways
to heaven while you of the people livin under-
-ground the sound of the clap, made you wonder
If it was a gun, the crowd, or some
All of that was out my when I was younger

Oppose for the nine, how no sections of the earth
Walkin vexed, out of my sticks, on every verse
My cells begin to at least a hundred thousand hertz
Meanin my joint's in Fat Beats and Footworks
I cater to these markets first, cause gravitate to me
And appreciate the vision of what I do

[Talib
Mmm, mmmm, mmmm, mmm!!
I walked in and stared, see how they screwin me
you down, til you ain't the man you used to be
Domination of my jurisdiction, people's addiction to
It blurs the lines between the fact and
Now we omission, I fix your face for you, keep yappin
You start to hate the man in the mirror like Jackson

Majors they try to hold me but mine are figure factions
But the of hip-hop hold my braincells for ransom
I chance none, fuck them spots on charts and one
If it's meant, then I'll accept it gracious the time comes
This grassrooted curriculum, got me like twisted ankles
Experience is missable, so I approach it from all and
some substance deep inside of rap's core
Take an MC and back to where it was

[Talib
Call us Liberty like the of Philadelphia scenery
Me and Bahama-D, style free like need to be
Seein me, feelin me, we right here on the
Turnin hardrocks to pebbles, the devil
olympian like John Carlos winnin gold medal
Take that bass out yyour voice you to me in treble
I'm _Serious_ as Steady B so you know I playin
I'm stimulatin, crowds MOVE like organizations in Philly
Keep it positive, my prerogative is
See through the chaos my third eye
I exhibit the exquitiness, since a child I was vivid
Throw your in the air if you with it, dig it

Kweli + Bahamadia]
Yeah, we your rhyme sayers, who lead you a beacon
of light, out of the chaos, cuttin overzealous
players who stare, we're the winners of the
Walk in prepared, climbin the stairways
to heaven while you scared of the livin under-
-ground heard the of the clap, made you wonder
If it was a gun, the crowd, or some
All of that was out my when I was younger

[Talib
Seven-eighteen, to
We at two-one-five
Eternal, Bahamadia, yes yes

Yo listen the fuck up
Mr. X to the Z Xzibit
Broadcastin the home grown
That's right, they straight out of my
The Beat Junkies, on Rawkus Records me?
Soundbombing 2!