Luyện nghe bài hát Curriculum 101

Intro: Claims are being
That for me go far the available evidence,
And in fact in cases are often contradictive evidence,
And bothers me.

Forensic psychologist Dubois explains,
"You'll never understand Germaine",
Incoherant speaches, in pieces,
The subchemichal deepness, of his excretions,
Realms of and Hell,
Glowin angelic gel, wit' bovine leukemia cells,
Demons in Hell, call to me
I scream "What can you offer me?" they "technosorcery"
They tell me the meek never inherit the world, Cause they weak,
of two 12 inch feet,
I dream dreams when I sleep,
leafs mixed with the blood of a priest
In a room where the ceiling of crimson grease,
Where the eats the dead, and the dead reek,
Rock bottom transforms beings to beasts,
Why the fuck you we got canine teeth?,
It's the stimuli, of watching men cry,
I hope I have time to before I die,
Bury me at the beach, if the sea is reach,
Cause when I speak, what's becomes concrete,
Like a falcon up in the sky, feet,
Looking down at you bitches, at me,
shiftin to 45 degrees,
I'm too to see, I memorize the books that I read,
Sucking the breasts of knowledge, constantly weaning,
a genious without meaning,
Trying to what Harry Houdini was feeling,
Hand-cuffed under water, breathing,
death, on a fatal quest for air,
But why anyone care, he put himself there,
His career was on facing his fears,
To take destiny the hand of the man upstairs,
He didn't mind the cold stares he got his peers,
they tell him where he was going, or how to get there,
better to be prepared and fail,
Then to be scared and of yourself, and still get killed,
Don't rhyme I used to, but I still got skills,
More than a couple kills, under the belt,
Huntin emcees like elk,
Camoflaged in the dense brush for stealth, as Hell,
I don't do for anybody, except my self,
a muthafucka like a trophy on my shelf,
Fuck the nigga, i do this for dolo,
Flow from the first to 24 oh oh,
the clock, long as I cup of cocoa,
But I be a no-show, If my girl "don't go",
And if she blow more than two times in a row,
I'd rather chill her, than kill you wit' a rhyme that I wrote,
Count how mics I smoked, minus the goat(ll cool j diss)
Bus is dope, my battlin' higher than most,
When I'm on the mic, I release from throat,
If you disagree, please do it folks,
Anybody than Bis, Must be a hoax,
Black man? No, what the great white hope?,(eminem diss, start)
What? Man you must be sniffin white coke,
Don't you know that's like Coleman fightin the Hulk?
Still not quite that close,
I'm great white bitin you're dingy boat, 50 miles out from the coast,
What the fuck is the Mathers you?
I'll beat you black and blue, I'll get a tat of you too,
matter fact put a tatoo of me on you,
A 10 by 10 C-logo, blue,
The most theatrical emcee of all time,
I rip jackers you, you know the call sign,(eminem diss, finish)
cobras, that hover over Jehova,
In motorized autogiros, and rotors,
Hydrogen proxide, vapours,
Technically these words even rhyme off paper,
In theory, for every soul that can hear me, I'ma em,
In practical practice, my style's greater,
Can't you see what I'm spittin, you hear the difference,
Compared to me, you're inefficient,
You need ten times the enzymes, to one of my rhymes,
You got to every one of my lines,
Do you how to paraphrase?,
Do yo even understand the narrorator is tryin to say?,
The climax explodes, nobody can my flow,
the language is too dope,
Acedemic journals my lyrical quotes,
show parralellism in all the albums I wrote,
In any track, I come off automatically,
Whether I in an active, or passive capacity,
Poetry I spit, is synonymous to a glyph,
Written on tablets of mortar mix,
Super, truly superb, the words,
It's like observing the birds, above the earth,
The Eye of Horus, the miniture within a great torus,
With singularity on the chorus, I still enormous,
Borderlin insanity, tryin' to through humanity's border,
With a new cirriculum quarter,
I'm the porter, of the portal, of the secret Mic Order,
you wit' Jamaican white rum and water,
If you got a hundrd bars, than I you a warrior,
I'll be the one that you, and pins the metal on you,
Dedicate a to you, cause now you honorable,
You want a deal?,
Explain the grand unified field,so I can test your skill,
Do it in front of the class, chart it,
And in Latin, not Spanish god-dammit,
Step back so I can at it, (speaking in spanish)
Huh?, what the fuck is whack shit?
You're clumsy and dumb, like a hand five thumbs,
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