Luyện nghe bài hát Curriculum 101

Intro: Claims are being
That for me go far the available evidence,
And in in many cases are often contradictive evidence,
And that me.

Forensic Samual Dubois explains,
"You'll probally understand Germaine",
Incoherant speaches, in pieces,
The deepness, of his glandular excretions,
of Heaven and Hell,
Glowin angelic gel, spliced bovine 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,
Standin of two 12 feet,
I quasi-Draconian dreams when I sleep,
Peyote leafs mixed the blood of a priest
In a room the ceiling leaks of crimson grease,
the living eats the dead, and the dead reek,
Rock bottom transforms beings to beasts,
Why the you think we got canine teeth?,
the optical stimuli, of watching 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, fluid becomes 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 breasts of knowledge, weaning,
Unbeseemingly a without meaning,
Trying to what Harry Houdini was feeling,
Hand-cuffed water, without breathing,
Near death, on a fatal 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 stares he got from his peers,
couldn't 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,
Don't like I used to, but I still got skills,
More a couple confirmed kills, under the belt,
Huntin 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 from the first to 24 oh oh,
the clock, long 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, than kill you wit' a that I wrote,
Count how many mics I smoked, minus the goat(ll j diss)
Bus is dope, my battlin' average higher most,
When I'm on the mic, I fire from throat,
If you disagree, do it quietly folks,
Anybody than Bis, Must be a hoax,
man? No, what about the great white hope?,(eminem diss, start)
What? Man you must be great white coke,
you know that's like Gary Coleman fightin the Hulk?
Still not even quite close,
I'm great white bitin you're dingy boat, 50 miles out from the coast,
What the fuck is the Mathers with
I'll beat you 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 like you, you know the call sign,(eminem diss, finish)
Killa cobras, that hover Jehova,
In autogiros, and sycamore rotors,
Hydrogen proxide, vapours,
Technically these shouldn't even rhyme off paper,
In theory, for soul that can hear me, I'ma blaze em,
In practice, my style's even greater,
Can't you see what I'm spittin, 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 understand the narrorator is tryin to say?,
The explodes, nobody can foreshadow my flow,
Figuratively the is too dope,
Acedemic print my lyrical quotes,
they show in all the albums I wrote,
In any track, I come off automatically,
Whether I in an active, or passive capacity,
Poetry I spit, is synonymous to a glyph,
Written on of clay mortar mix,
Super, superb, analyze 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, to break through humanity's border,
a new cirriculum 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,
I'll be the one that you, and pins the metal on you,
Dedicate a song to you, 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 that shit?
You're clumsy and dumb, like a hand five thumbs,
Welcome to MicClub, 101