Luyện nghe bài hát Curriculum 101

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

Forensic psychologist Dubois explains,
"You'll probally never Germaine",
Incoherant speaches, in pieces,
The deepness, of his glandular 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 will never inherit 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 where the leaks of crimson grease,
Where the eats the dead, and the dead reek,
bottom transforms human 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 before I die,
Bury me at the beach, if the sea is reach,
when I speak, what's fluid becomes concrete,
Like a falcon up in the sky, feet,
Looking down at you bitches, at me,
shiftin 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 what Harry was feeling,
under water, without breathing,
Near death, on a fatal for air,
But why should anyone care, he put there,
His career was based on his fears,
To take destiny the hand of the man upstairs,
He didn't mind the cold he got from his peers,
couldn't tell him where he was going, or how to get there,
It's better to be and fail,
Then to be and unsure of yourself, and still get killed,
Don't rhyme I used to, but I still got skills,
than a couple confirmed kills, under the belt,
Huntin emcees huntin elk,
Camoflaged in the dense for stealth, determined as Hell,
I do this for anybody, except my self,
stuff a muthafucka like a on my shelf,
Fuck the 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 girl "don't go",
And if she gimme blow than two times 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 average higher than most,
When I'm on the mic, I release fire throat,
If you disagree, please do it folks,
Anybody than Bis, Must be a hoax,
Black No, what about the great 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 great white you're rubber dingy boat, 50 miles out from the coast,
What the fuck is the Mathers you?
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 like you, you know the call sign,(eminem diss, finish)
cobras, that hover over Jehova,
In autogiros, and sycamore rotors,
proxide, gaseous vapours,
Technically these shouldn't even rhyme off paper,
In theory, for every soul that can hear me, I'ma em,
In practical practice, my even greater,
Can't you see I'm spittin, Can't you hear the difference,
to me, you're energetically 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 understand what the narrorator is to say?,
The climax explodes, nobody can my flow,
Figuratively the is too dope,
journals print my lyrical quotes,
they show in all the albums I wrote,
In any track, I come off automatically,
Whether I write in an active, or capacity,
Poetry that I spit, is to a glyph,
Written on tablets of mortar mix,
Super, truly superb, the words,
It's like observing the birds, flying the earth,
The Eye of Horus, the miniture tauri within a torus,
With on the chorus, I still sound enormous,
Borderlin insanity, tryin' to break humanity's border,
With a new cirriculum quarter,
I'm the porter, of the portal, of the Mic Club Order,
Baptize you Jamaican white rum and water,
If you got a hundrd bars, 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 unified field,so I can test skill,
Do it in front of the class, diagram it,
And in Latin, not Spanish god-dammit,
back so I can look at it, (speaking in spanish)
Huh?, what the fuck is that whack
You're clumsy and dumb, a hand with five thumbs,
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