Luyện nghe bài hát Curriculum 101

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

Forensic psychologist Samual explains,
"You'll probally never Germaine",
Incoherant speaches, in pieces,
The subchemichal deepness, of his excretions,
Realms of and Hell,
angelic gel, spliced wit' bovine leukemia cells,
Demons in Hell, they to me
I scream "What can you offer me?" they "technosorcery"
They tell me the meek never inherit the world, Cause they weak,
Standin of two 12 feet,
I dream quasi-Draconian when I sleep,
Peyote leafs 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 human to beasts,
Why the fuck you we got canine teeth?,
It's the optical stimuli, of men cry,
I hope I have time to repent I die,
me at the beach, if the sea is outta reach,
Cause when I speak, what's fluid concrete,
Like a up in the sky, Ten-thousand feet,
Looking down at you bitches, at me,
Phase to 45 degrees,
I'm too crooked to see, I memorize the books I read,
from the breasts of knowledge, constantly weaning,
Unbeseemingly a genious meaning,
Trying to visualize Harry Houdini was feeling,
Hand-cuffed water, without breathing,
death, on a fatal quest for air,
But why should care, he put himself there,
His career was based on his fears,
To destiny from 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 unsure of yourself, and get killed,
rhyme like I used to, but I still got skills,
More than a confirmed kills, under the belt,
Huntin emcees like elk,
Camoflaged in the dense brush for stealth, as Hell,
I don't do this for anybody, my self,
stuff a like a trophy on my shelf,
the promo nigga, i do this for dolo,
Flow the first hour to 24 oh oh,
the clock, long as I cup of cocoa,
But I be a no-show, If my cries "don't go",
And if she gimme blow more than two in a row,
I'd rather chill with her, 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 higher most,
When I'm on the mic, I release fire throat,
If you disagree, do it quietly folks,
Anybody better Bis, Must be a hoax,
Black man? No, about the great white hope?,(eminem diss, start)
What? Man you must be sniffin white coke,
Don't you know that's Gary Coleman fightin the Hulk?
not even quite that close,
I'm great white bitin you're rubber dingy boat, 50 out from the coast,
What the fuck is the Mathers with
I'll beat you black and blue, I'll get a tat of you too,
fact I'll put a tatoo of me on you,
A 10 by 10 C-logo, blue,
The most theatrical emcee of all time,
I rip jackers like you, you know the sign,(eminem diss, finish)
Killa cobras, that hover Jehova,
In motorized autogiros, and rotors,
Hydrogen proxide, vapours,
Technically these words even rhyme off paper,
In theory, for every that can hear me, I'ma blaze em,
In practical practice, my even greater,
Can't you see what I'm spittin, you hear the difference,
Compared to me, you're inefficient,
You need ten the enzymes, to process one of my rhymes,
You got to every one of my lines,
Do you how to paraphrase?,
Do yo even what the narrorator is tryin to say?,
The climax explodes, nobody can 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,
on tablets of clay 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 sound enormous,
Borderlin insanity, tryin' to 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 to you, cause now you honorable,
You a record deal?,
Explain the lyrical unified field,so I can test your skill,
Do it in front of the class, diagram it,
And write in Latin, not god-dammit,
Step so I can look at it, (speaking in spanish)
Huh?, what the fuck is that whack
You're clumsy and dumb, like a hand five thumbs,
Welcome to MicClub, 101