Luyện nghe bài hát Curriculum 101

Intro: Claims are being
for me go far beyond the available evidence,
And in in many 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,
Demons in Hell, they to me
I "What can you offer me?" they reply "technosorcery"
They me the meek will never inherit the world, Cause they weak,
of two 12 inch feet,
I dream quasi-Draconian dreams I sleep,
Peyote leafs with the blood of a priest
In a room where the ceiling leaks of 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 optical stimuli, of men cry,
I hope I have time to before I die,
me at the beach, if the sea is outta reach,
Cause when I speak, what's fluid concrete,
a falcon up in the sky, Ten-thousand feet,
Looking at you bitches, lookin at me,
shiftin to 45 degrees,
I'm too crooked to see, I memorize the that I read,
Sucking from the of knowledge, constantly weaning,
Unbeseemingly a without meaning,
Trying to visualize what Harry was feeling,
under water, without breathing,
Near death, on a quest for air,
But why should care, he put himself there,
His career was based on his fears,
To take from the hand of the man upstairs,
He didn't mind the stares he got from 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,
Don't rhyme like I used to, but I got skills,
than a couple confirmed kills, under the belt,
Huntin emcees huntin elk,
Camoflaged in the brush for stealth, determined as Hell,
I don't do for anybody, except my self,
stuff a muthafucka a trophy on my shelf,
the promo 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 more than two times in a row,
I'd rather with her, than kill you wit' a rhyme that I wrote,
Count how mics I smoked, minus the goat(ll cool j diss)
Bus is dope, my battlin' average higher most,
I'm on the mic, I release fire from throat,
If you disagree, please do it folks,
better than 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 Coleman fightin the Hulk?
Still not quite that close,
I'm great white bitin you're rubber boat, 50 miles out from the coast,
the fuck 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 most theatrical battle of all time,
I rip like you, you know the call sign,(eminem diss, finish)
cobras, that hover over Jehova,
In motorized autogiros, and rotors,
proxide, gaseous vapours,
Technically words shouldn't even rhyme off paper,
In theory, for every soul that can hear me, I'ma em,
In practice, my style's even greater,
Can't you see what I'm spittin, Can't you the difference,
Compared to me, you're 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 what the narrorator is tryin to say?,
The climax explodes, nobody can my flow,
the language is too dope,
Acedemic journals print my quotes,
they show in all the albums I wrote,
In any track, I off strong automatically,
Whether I in an active, or passive capacity,
Poetry I spit, is synonymous to a glyph,
on tablets of clay mortar mix,
Super, superb, analyze the words,
It's like the birds, flying 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 through humanity's border,
a new cirriculum 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 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 want a deal?,
Explain the lyrical grand unified field,so I can your skill,
Do it in front of the class, diagram it,
And write in Latin, not god-dammit,
Step back so I can at it, (speaking in spanish)
Huh?, what the is that whack shit?
You're clumsy and dumb, like a hand with thumbs,
Welcome to MicClub, 101