Luyện nghe bài hát Chaos

[Talib
We rhyme sayers we lead you like a beacon
of light out of the cuttin down overzealous
players who we're the winners of the game
Walk in we'l climbin the stairways
to while you scared of the people livin under
ground heard the sound of the clap you wonder
If it was a gun the or some thunder
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 get on stage and waste your time
Niggaz got a lot to say but they can't rhyme
They just babies, I snatch em out incubators
Attach them to respirators, they breathin hard like Vader
Hard as candy and suck like Now or
a while your style's tasteless and it GOT NO FLAVOR

Projects my eyesights to the heavens like dead or wise
Release what I 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 option's doin for the Japanese
Get about G's, a heavy buzz overseas
Sacrifice a to mainstream and do what I believe, cause
down to the chromosomes I'm a purist to this
Enlighten who I and let the world catch on

[Talib + Bahamadia]
Yeah, we your rhyme sayers, who lead you like a
of light, out of the chaos, cuttin down
who stare, we're the winners of the game
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 of the earth
vexed, out of my sticks, laced on every verse
My cells begin to at least a hundred thousand hertz
Meanin my joint's prevalent in Fat and Footworks
I cater to these first, cause they gravitate to me
And the vision of what I do musically

Kweli]
Mmm, mmmm, mmmm, mmm!!
I walked in and stared, see how they screwin me
Break you down, til you the man you used to be
Domination of my jurisdiction, addiction to lies
It blurs the between the fact and fiction
Now we back omission, I fix face for you, keep yappin
You start to hate the man in the like Michael Jackson

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

[Talib
Call us Liberty the Bell 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, exposin the
Lyrical like John Carlos winnin gold medal
Take that bass out yyour you talk to me in treble
I'm _Serious_ as B so you know I ain't playin
I'm stimulatin, makin crowds MOVE like organizations in
Keep it positive, my prerogative is
See through the chaos with my eye
I exhibit the exquitiness, since a child I was vivid
Throw your 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 down
players who stare, the winners of the game
Walk in prepared, climbin the stairways
to heaven while you scared of the livin under-
-ground heard the sound of the clap, made you
If it was a gun, the crowd, or thunder
All of that was out my when I was younger

Kweli]
Seven-eighteen, to
We at two-one-five
Eternal, Bahamadia, yes yes

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