Luyện nghe bài hát Critical Beatdown

Well, I'm the equalizer, to be graphic
I clear static, breakin' up traffic, move, while I enter the
I'm on top and happy to prove, to whack
Who claim to be than me, no way

I'm frankly, clever than all of you, each and every one
My son, pay close attention, I your brain to another dimension
Hold it, it, shape it, you got a knife, yes, I wanna scrape it
Up and down, sideways, any way, I can be to you

But I'll rap and be to you and eat up
Toy ducks I beat up, I am the oven, your brains I wanna up
Mega, supersonic

I around, roastin' MC's with fire
To burn the toy, liar raw meat, the flame higher
it like a fish, I'll hook it for any beat

It's time I took it right, correctly to the top
the rhythm and as your head, bop
I'm hype, for the critical down

I'm them, my job is stacking them
For rapper, must I be smacking them once, or twice in the face
With rough beats, producin' the bass blow out
power to go out

Inner spark, I'm ready to blow out like this, level
Reachin' forth, every devil in sight
You might just bite
My illusions, confusions

You're a mark, skulls, I've been
any rapper who follow me
Your girl loves me, now, she wanna me
Back up, on to the rear

I'm on the stage, should be clear speakin', goin' ear to ear
Places far, ducks would for the countdown
So you wait to rhyme and twist, stuttering,

Parkay, margarine, butter and another thing
You shoulda been a Muppet, a toy boy, a fake puppet
I'm takin' titles and butter up it to me
Said, gee on the mic, and I'm for the critical beat down

Here's the K, combined the double O, in the L, I'm ready to go
As Keith, Rap, General Chief plus exquisite
Mandatory, statements, I am the teacher
Preaching what makes

Class, you wasn't able to pass, for any germ or who come last
I'm boric, computing acid
Get off the mic and won't you please it to me, for a one two check
Give me a pound and lots of

No hands, you disappointing my fans, you on
And to cans, hello, how are you doing?
I come to wreck, and parties I'll ruin with rhymes, up smoke
Diesel advances, them choke and cough up
The hard headed, I'll soften, spongee, then after that,

Roll the assess, the Buddha with the
Puff up, while I tough stuff up
I'm Kool Keith, cold rippin'
I'm hype for the critical beat