Luyện nghe bài hát Curriculum 101

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

Forensic psychologist Samual explains,
"You'll probally understand Germaine",
Incoherant speaches, in pieces,
The deepness, of his glandular excretions,
of Heaven and Hell,
Glowin angelic gel, spliced wit' leukemia cells,
Demons in Hell, call to me
I scream "What can you offer me?" reply "technosorcery"
They tell me the meek will never the world, Cause they weak,
of two 12 inch feet,
I dream quasi-Draconian dreams I sleep,
Peyote leafs mixed the blood of a priest
In a room the ceiling leaks of crimson grease,
Where the living the dead, and the dead reek,
Rock bottom human beings to beasts,
Why the fuck you we got canine teeth?,
It's the stimuli, of watching men cry,
I hope I have time to repent I die,
Bury me at the beach, if the sea is reach,
Cause when I speak, what's becomes concrete,
Like a up in the sky, Ten-thousand feet,
Looking at you bitches, lookin at me,
Phase to 45 degrees,
I'm too to see, I memorize the books that I read,
Sucking the breasts of knowledge, constantly weaning,
Unbeseemingly a genious meaning,
to visualize what Harry Houdini was feeling,
Hand-cuffed under water, breathing,
Near death, on a fatal for air,
But why should anyone care, he put there,
His was based on facing his fears,
To take destiny the hand of the man upstairs,
He didn't mind the cold he got from his peers,
they couldn't tell him he was going, or how to get there,
It's to be prepared and fail,
Then to be and unsure of yourself, and still get killed,
Don't rhyme like I to, but I still got skills,
More a couple confirmed kills, under the belt,
emcees like huntin elk,
Camoflaged in the brush for stealth, determined as Hell,
I do this for anybody, except my self,
a muthafucka like a trophy on my shelf,
Fuck the nigga, i do this for dolo,
from 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 more than two times in a row,
I'd chill with her, than kill you wit' a rhyme that I wrote,
how many mics I smoked, minus the goat(ll cool j diss)
Bus is dope, my average higher than most,
I'm on the mic, I release fire from throat,
If you disagree, do it quietly folks,
better than Bis, Must be a hoax,
Black man? No, what the great white hope?,(eminem diss, start)
What? Man you be sniffin great white coke,
Don't you know like Gary Coleman fightin the Hulk?
Still not even that close,
I'm white bitin you're rubber dingy boat, 50 miles out from the coast,
What the is the Mathers with you?
I'll beat you and blue, Then I'll get a tat of you too,
matter fact I'll put a 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)
Killa cobras, hover over Jehova,
In autogiros, and sycamore rotors,
proxide, gaseous vapours,
Technically these words shouldn't even off paper,
In theory, for every soul that can hear me, blaze em,
In practice, my style's even greater,
Can't you see I'm spittin, Can't you hear the difference,
Compared to me, you're inefficient,
You need ten 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 climax explodes, can foreshadow my flow,
the language is too dope,
Acedemic journals print my quotes,
they parralellism in all the albums I wrote,
In any track, I come off automatically,
Whether I write in an active, or capacity,
that I spit, is synonymous to a glyph,
Written on tablets of mortar mix,
Super, superb, analyze the words,
It's like observing the birds, above the earth,
The Eye of Horus, the miniture within a great torus,
With on the chorus, I still sound enormous,
Borderlin insanity, tryin' to break humanity's border,
With a new every quarter,
I'm the porter, of the portal, of the Mic Club Order,
Baptize you Jamaican white rum and water,
If you got a bars, than I know 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 of the class, chart 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?
You're clumsy and dumb, a hand with five thumbs,
Welcome to MicClub, 101