Luyện nghe bài hát Curriculum 101

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

Forensic Samual Dubois explains,
"You'll probally understand Germaine",
speaches, puzzles in pieces,
The subchemichal deepness, of his excretions,
of Heaven and Hell,
Glowin angelic gel, spliced wit' leukemia cells,
in Hell, they call to me
I "What can you offer me?" they reply "technosorcery"
They tell me the meek will never inherit the world, they weak,
Standin of two 12 feet,
I dream quasi-Draconian when I sleep,
Peyote mixed with the blood of a priest
In a room where the leaks of crimson grease,
Where the living eats the dead, and the reek,
Rock bottom transforms human to beasts,
Why the fuck you think we got teeth?,
It's the 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 becomes 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 from the breasts of knowledge, weaning,
a genious without meaning,
Trying to visualize Harry Houdini was feeling,
under water, without breathing,
Near death, on a quest for air,
But why should anyone care, he put 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,
It's 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,
emcees like huntin elk,
Camoflaged in the dense for stealth, determined as Hell,
I don't do for anybody, except my self,
stuff a muthafucka like a on my shelf,
Fuck the nigga, i do this for dolo,
Flow from the first 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 chill with her, kill you wit' a rhyme that I wrote,
how many mics I smoked, minus the goat(ll cool 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,
better than Bis, Must be a hoax,
Black man? No, what about the white hope?,(eminem diss, start)
What? Man you must be sniffin white coke,
Don't you know that's like Gary Coleman the Hulk?
Still not even quite close,
I'm white bitin you're rubber dingy boat, 50 miles out from the coast,
the fuck is the Mathers with you?
I'll you black 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 most theatrical emcee of all time,
I rip jackers like you, you know the sign,(eminem diss, finish)
cobras, that hover over Jehova,
In autogiros, and sycamore rotors,
Hydrogen proxide, vapours,
these words shouldn't 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, Can't you the difference,
Compared to me, energetically 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 understand what the narrorator is tryin to say?,
The climax explodes, 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,
I write in an active, or passive capacity,
Poetry I spit, is synonymous to a glyph,
Written on of clay mortar mix,
Super, truly superb, the words,
It's like the birds, flying above the earth,
The Eye of Horus, the miniture tauri within a torus,
With singularity on the chorus, I still enormous,
Borderlin insanity, tryin' to through humanity's border,
a new cirriculum every quarter,
I'm the porter, of the portal, of the Mic Club Order,
Baptize you wit' white rum and water,
If you got a hundrd bars, than I you a warrior,
I'll be the one awards you, and pins the metal on you,
Dedicate a to you, cause now you honorable,
You a record deal?,
the lyrical grand unified field,so I can test your skill,
Do it in front of the class, diagram it,
And write in Latin, not god-dammit,
back so I can look at it, (speaking in spanish)
Huh?, what the fuck is whack shit?
You're clumsy and dumb, like a hand five thumbs,
Welcome to MicClub, 101