Luyện nghe bài hát Chaos

[Talib
We your rhyme sayers we lead you a beacon
of light out of the chaos cuttin overzealous
players who stare the winners of the game
in we'l prepared climbin the stairways
to while you scared of the people livin under
ground heard the 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
Now I'm much older, lyrical MC's
If you don't by now, let me aquaint you with my steez
(C'mon) I don't get on and waste your time
Niggaz got a lot to say but just can't rhyme
They babies, I snatch em out they incubators
Attach them to respirators, they breathin hard Darth Vader
Hard as candy and suck like Now or
After a while your style's and it GOT NO FLAVOR

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

[Talib + Bahamadia]
Yeah, we rhyme sayers, who lead you like a beacon
of light, out of the chaos, cuttin overzealous
players who stare, we're the of the game
Walk in prepared, climbin the stairways
to heaven while you of the people 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 window when I was

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

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

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

[Talib
Call us like the Bell of Philadelphia scenery
Me and Bahama-D, style like Mumia need to be
Seein me, feelin me, we here on the level
Turnin to pebbles, exposin the devil
Lyrical olympian like Carlos winnin gold medal
Take that bass out yyour voice you to me in treble
I'm as Steady B so you know I ain't playin
I'm stimulatin, makin crowds like organizations in Philly
Keep it positive, my is exercise
See through the with my third eye
Word I exhibit the exquitiness, since a I was vivid
your hands in the air if you with it, dig it

[Talib Kweli +
Yeah, we your rhyme sayers, who you like a beacon
of light, out of the chaos, cuttin overzealous
players who stare, we're the of the game
Walk in well prepared, 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 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 up y'all
It's Mr. X to the Z
Broadcastin the home grown
That's right, straight out of my backyard
The Beat Junkies, on Records understand me?
Soundbombing 2!