Luyện nghe bài hát Curriculum 101

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

Forensic Samual Dubois explains,
"You'll probally never Germaine",
speaches, puzzles 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 me?" they reply "technosorcery"
They tell me the meek will never inherit the world, Cause weak,
Standin of two 12 feet,
I dream quasi-Draconian dreams I sleep,
Peyote leafs mixed with the of a priest
In a room the ceiling leaks of crimson grease,
Where the living the dead, and the dead reek,
Rock bottom transforms beings 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 becomes concrete,
Like a up in the sky, Ten-thousand 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,
Unbeseemingly a without meaning,
Trying to visualize what Harry was feeling,
Hand-cuffed water, without breathing,
Near death, on a quest for air,
But why should anyone care, he put 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 couple confirmed kills, the belt,
emcees like huntin elk,
Camoflaged in the dense brush for stealth, as Hell,
I don't do this for anybody, my self,
stuff a muthafucka a trophy on my shelf,
the promo 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 cries "don't go",
And if she gimme blow more than two in a row,
I'd rather chill with her, than kill you a rhyme that I wrote,
Count how mics I smoked, minus the goat(ll cool j diss)
Bus is dope, my average higher than most,
When I'm on the mic, I fire from throat,
If you disagree, please do it folks,
Anybody better Bis, Must be a hoax,
Black man? No, what about the great hope?,(eminem diss, start)
Man you must be sniffin great white coke,
Don't you know that's like Gary fightin the Hulk?
Still not even quite close,
I'm great white you're rubber dingy boat, 50 miles out from the coast,
What the fuck is the Mathers with
I'll you black and blue, Then 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 theatrical emcee battle of all time,
I rip jackers like you, you the call sign,(eminem diss, finish)
cobras, that hover over Jehova,
In autogiros, and sycamore rotors,
Hydrogen proxide, vapours,
Technically words 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, energetically 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 what the narrorator is tryin to say?,
The explodes, nobody can foreshadow my flow,
the language is too dope,
Acedemic journals print my quotes,
show parralellism in all the albums I wrote,
In any track, I come off automatically,
Whether I write in an active, or capacity,
Poetry I spit, is synonymous to a glyph,
Written on of clay mortar mix,
Super, truly superb, the words,
It's like observing the birds, flying the earth,
The Eye of Horus, the miniture tauri a great torus,
With singularity on the chorus, I still 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,
I'll be the one that you, and pins the metal on you,
a song to you, cause now you honorable,
You want a deal?,
Explain the lyrical grand unified field,so I can test 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 whack shit?
You're clumsy and dumb, like a with five thumbs,
Welcome to MicClub, 101