Luyện nghe bài hát Curriculum 101

Intro: Claims are made
for me go far beyond the available evidence,
And in fact in cases are often contradictive evidence,
And that me.

psychologist Samual Dubois explains,
"You'll never understand Germaine",
speaches, puzzles in pieces,
The subchemichal deepness, of his excretions,
of Heaven and Hell,
Glowin angelic gel, wit' bovine leukemia cells,
in Hell, they call to me
I scream "What can you offer me?" reply "technosorcery"
They tell me the will never inherit the world, Cause they weak,
Standin of two 12 feet,
I quasi-Draconian dreams when I sleep,
Peyote mixed with the blood of a priest
In a room the ceiling leaks of crimson grease,
Where the living the dead, and the dead reek,
Rock transforms human beings to beasts,
Why the you think we got canine teeth?,
It's the stimuli, of watching men cry,
I I have time to repent before I die,
Bury me at the beach, if the sea is reach,
Cause when I speak, what's fluid concrete,
Like a up in the sky, Ten-thousand feet,
down at you bitches, lookin at me,
Phase to 45 degrees,
I'm too crooked to see, I the books that I read,
Sucking the breasts of knowledge, constantly weaning,
Unbeseemingly a without meaning,
Trying to visualize what Houdini was feeling,
Hand-cuffed water, without breathing,
Near death, on a quest for air,
But why anyone care, he put himself there,
His was based on facing his fears,
To take destiny the hand of the man upstairs,
He didn't mind the stares he got from his peers,
they couldn't tell him 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 for stealth, determined as Hell,
I do this for anybody, except my self,
stuff a muthafucka like a on my shelf,
Fuck the nigga, i do this for dolo,
Flow the first hour to 24 oh oh,
round the clock, as I cup of cocoa,
But I be a no-show, If my girl "don't go",
And if she gimme blow more than two in a row,
I'd rather with her, than kill you wit' a rhyme that I wrote,
Count how many mics I smoked, minus the goat(ll j diss)
Bus is dope, my battlin' average than most,
When I'm on the mic, I fire from throat,
If you disagree, do it quietly folks,
Anybody than Bis, Must be a hoax,
Black No, what about the great white hope?,(eminem diss, start)
What? Man you must be sniffin great coke,
Don't you know that's like Gary Coleman fightin the
Still not even quite close,
I'm great white bitin rubber dingy boat, 50 miles out from the coast,
What the fuck is the Mathers with
I'll beat you and blue, Then I'll get a tat of you too,
matter I'll put a tatoo of me on you,
A 10 by 10 C-logo, blue,
The theatrical emcee battle of all time,
I rip jackers you, you know the call sign,(eminem diss, finish)
Killa cobras, hover over Jehova,
In autogiros, and sycamore rotors,
proxide, gaseous vapours,
Technically these shouldn't even rhyme off paper,
In theory, for every soul that can hear me, blaze em,
In practice, my style's even greater,
you see what I'm spittin, Can't you hear the difference,
Compared to me, you're inefficient,
You ten times the enzymes, to process one of my rhymes,
You got to rewind one of my lines,
Do you how to paraphrase?,
Do yo even understand what the is tryin to say?,
The climax explodes, can foreshadow my flow,
Figuratively the is too dope,
Acedemic journals my lyrical quotes,
they parralellism in all the albums I wrote,
In any track, I come off automatically,
I write in an active, or passive capacity,
Poetry I spit, is synonymous to a glyph,
Written on tablets of mortar mix,
Super, superb, analyze the words,
It's observing the birds, flying above the earth,
The Eye of Horus, the tauri within a great torus,
With singularity on the chorus, I sound enormous,
insanity, tryin' to break through humanity's border,
With a new every quarter,
I'm the porter, of the portal, of the secret Mic Order,
Baptize you wit' white rum and water,
If you got a hundrd bars, than I you a warrior,
be the one that awards you, and pins the metal on you,
Dedicate a song to you, now you honorable,
You want a deal?,
Explain the lyrical grand field,so I can test your skill,
Do it in front of the class, diagram it,
And in Latin, not Spanish god-dammit,
Step back so I can at it, (speaking in spanish)
Huh?, what the fuck is that shit?
You're clumsy and dumb, a hand with five thumbs,
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