Luyện nghe bài hát Curriculum 101

Intro: are being made
for me go far beyond the available evidence,
And in fact in many cases are often evidence,
And bothers me.

Forensic Samual Dubois explains,
"You'll probally 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, they to me
I "What can you offer me?" they reply "technosorcery"
They tell me the meek never inherit the world, Cause they weak,
Standin of two 12 feet,
I dream dreams when I sleep,
Peyote leafs mixed with the blood of a
In a room where the ceiling of crimson grease,
Where the living eats the dead, and the reek,
Rock bottom transforms beings to beasts,
Why the you think we got canine teeth?,
the optical stimuli, of watching men cry,
I hope I time to repent before 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,
down at you bitches, lookin at me,
Phase to 45 degrees,
I'm too to see, I memorize the books that I read,
Sucking from the of knowledge, constantly weaning,
Unbeseemingly a without meaning,
Trying to visualize what Harry was feeling,
Hand-cuffed under water, breathing,
Near death, on a quest for air,
But why should anyone care, he put there,
His career was on facing his fears,
To destiny from the hand of the man upstairs,
He mind the cold stares he got from his peers,
couldn't tell him where he was going, or how to get there,
It's to be prepared and fail,
Then to be scared and of yourself, and still get killed,
Don't rhyme like I to, but I still got skills,
than a couple confirmed kills, under the belt,
Huntin like huntin elk,
in the dense brush for stealth, determined as Hell,
I do this for anybody, except my self,
a muthafucka like a trophy on my shelf,
Fuck the promo nigga, i do for dolo,
Flow from the 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 than two times in a row,
I'd rather with her, than kill you wit' a rhyme that I wrote,
Count how many mics I smoked, the goat(ll cool j diss)
Bus is dope, my average higher than most,
When I'm on the mic, I release fire throat,
If you disagree, do it quietly folks,
Anybody than Bis, Must be a hoax,
man? No, what about the great white hope?,(eminem diss, start)
What? Man you must be great white coke,
Don't you know like Gary Coleman fightin the Hulk?
Still not even quite close,
I'm great white bitin you're rubber boat, 50 miles out from the coast,
What the fuck is the with you?
I'll beat you black and blue, Then get a tat of you too,
fact 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 like you, you the call sign,(eminem diss, finish)
cobras, that hover over Jehova,
In motorized autogiros, and rotors,
Hydrogen proxide, vapours,
these words shouldn't even rhyme off paper,
In theory, for every soul can hear me, I'ma 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 need ten times the enzymes, to 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, nobody can my flow,
the language is too dope,
Acedemic journals print my quotes,
show parralellism in all the albums I wrote,
In any track, I off strong 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 miniture tauri a great torus,
With on the chorus, I still 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' Jamaican rum and water,
If you got a bars, than I know you a warrior,
I'll be the one that awards you, and the metal on you,
a song to you, cause now you honorable,
You a record deal?,
Explain the lyrical grand unified field,so I can 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?, the fuck is that whack shit?
clumsy and dumb, like a hand with five thumbs,
Welcome to MicClub, 101