Luyện nghe bài hát Chaos

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

Projects my eyesights to the heavens like dead or wise
Release what I hold save it through my book of rhyme
Scripts be ageless, scrolls from dead sea
The cadence off and on like the of Tai Chi
Ba-ha-ma-D, wor-dy, to Reflect,
Science to a to help and get my people free, but
support, got my thesis on freeze
My only doin bootlegs for the Japanese
Get about eight G's, a heavy buzz
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, we're the winners of the
Walk in prepared, climbin the stairways
to heaven you scared of the people livin under-
-ground the sound of the clap, made you wonder
If it was a gun, the crowd, or thunder
All of that was out my window I was younger

Oppose for the nine, how no content sections of the
Walkin vexed, out of my sticks, laced on every
My begin to peak 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

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

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

[Talib
Call us Liberty like the Bell of Philadelphia
Me and Bahama-D, free like Mumia need to be
Seein me, feelin me, we right on the level
Turnin to pebbles, exposin the devil
Lyrical olympian 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, makin MOVE like organizations in Philly
Keep it positive, my prerogative is
See through the chaos with my eye
I exhibit the exquitiness, since a child I was vivid
Throw hands in the air if you with it, dig it

[Talib Kweli +
Yeah, we your sayers, who lead you like a beacon
of light, out of the chaos, down overzealous
players who stare, the winners of the game
in well prepared, climbin the stairways
to while you scared 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 was out my window when I was younger

Kweli]
Seven-eighteen, to
We meet at
Eternal, Bahamadia, yes yes

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