Luyện nghe bài hát Dear Elpee

El-Pee,
How's summer been?
Mine's been
I you had a real good time at camp
Oh, yeah, I talked to Len, he everythings cool
Oh, yo, I liked "End To End Burner"
That little diss me thing on the internet was pretty
Yeah it's sucker
Uh, yeah, and I was talking, ya know,
trying to sell my records to
And they wouldn't it because, you know
Some fat white kid figured it'd be funny to
Well, you know, I wrote a little poem it
and I really you like it
So have your read it to you
and if you guys it you can write me back

I'm a Anticon catalyst for cataclysm
Tell Fox Sole, bad executive decision
Your egosystem's frail, a spoon I could dissect it
like Corky got his nubs on a websters dictionary
A Ras Kass and a brand new MPC
all them pretty buttons making wack beats
To with phat beats I'd rather rock acapella
I'd rather be and have a whole'lotta resent
Not a rich king, a pawn, a for me to pee on
out 9th street, a big sign, El-Pee got served in neon
Trendy indie underground you haven't got a choice
Take away your elitist buddies and you haven't got a
No five thousand for radio, no hundred for adds and banners
No paying record stores for all Rawkus propaganda
Well-timed marketing scheme, its cool to be
But if it was last year you'd be a dun or a Elliot
And after your indie and the label has recouped
You're broker than when Libra you crying for a record deal from Luke
I you awestruck you femanine to blackball
I'll be serving you 'till you're serving me ice cream in a
Some fool said is an underground Canibus and LL
Well that's comedy, 'cause serve all three of y'all
Heard Rupert had to starve all the indie artists to your ego
Running around the Bay looking for Sole your foot in your mouth
I you like the Bay (castro) but think four tracks are wack
Lost in the ozone and all your mixdowns like crap
Hiding lack of intellect behind hipster catch phrase and
Indellibles'll get a full-length 'cause you don't wanna be outshined
Fine, I heard you wanna me and get fools after me
The violence you ever witnessed was on Menace ll Society
Try to sound deep and got masses fooled by your of rhythm
I while you perpetuate your malopropism

mimmicking El-P]
Yo, wha, what did he just me dun?
Yo, I know man
Yo, I, I don't what he just called you man
Well, yo, go get the books, go get the
Yo, man, apparently you must have ripped all the pages out in the dictionary
man, 'cause you've used all the
So I'm never gonna find out what he me?
usin' big words against me?
Yo, is intrepid god

I'm a hip hop artist, you style emcee sucker
Had a crayon contest with kids and picked the wackest album cover
Picked the wrong emcee to diss subliminally, every line
Yeah, I diss you on the internet, to face and on record
For the record, I know the muck which out you have stepped
First you like Beatnuts, then you're mr. 4,000 syllables
One bar, out of breath on a failure
Gotta quit rockin' and start rockin' an asthma inhaler
El-Producto, as Fox
Since when do indie show up in a W-E-A box?
By saying your independent, you belittle the movement
Real emcee's work hard, ain't got investors to put out music
Underground conspiracy, but this ain't by No Limit
Mad 'cause you didn't blow up, the of your own wack gimmick
But some fools bought it 'cause they don't know no better
you're a hamburger pimp, only out for the cheddar
Yo, what's a battle that can't freestyle?
All those to imaginary emcee's, come battle me
Remember in Boston, you starting calling fools
And when tried to battle, you were the first to break out
Well, you surely wanna battle, of course you wanna fight, you're bigger
Fine, you win, we can have a contest to see who's the biggest
Oh, you win again, it must feel great, I heard you don't white emcee's
Traded in your Kani and X for a fresh set of Echo's and Adidas
You as hip hop as Garth Brooks and as manly as gartar
And if you're so creative, talk something other than yourself
No, I'm not dissing New York or any of comrades in arms
I'm down that posterboy Miss Piggy-lookin' leprachaun
El-Pee vs. The Spice (I got 5 on scary spice)
But both of y'all are in need of backup singers when it's live
And I know they think you're original but follow me through portal
You bit your whole styles from an underground emcee named
Spread rumors about me to everyone you meet, evade a man
I you're putting out an instrumental album of sitars, pots and pans
You've done talking, so I know you ain't fading Sole
Have boy Rupert Murdock fly you out, I'll serve you on the Wake Up Show
The red-headed kingpin, step child to a little sore festering
Heard you pull females when you tell'em you're a lesbian
sign autographs, but all your fans are rappers
The evolution will not be televised, as #1 fan becomes your master
I'd love to give you a hand but all I got is a finger
Farakhan won't this, so we can finish it on Jerry Springer
Newsweek martyr, your rhetoric retort
You outta tootsie roll under your rock, your two minutes of fame got cut
FYI: artists don't have corporate luncheons
Got a freestyle and the rest of your style is (studio punch-ins)
The dun-crusher busts fresh overly when I
And those so-called freestyles, they all popped up on your
Manipulate your connects so they wanna see me on a
But I guarantee you lyin' 'cause you know 1-on 1 get served
Now it's time to pay dues when Daddy Warbucks
Bought face onto the cover of the last Stress
We gonna battle, so write your rhymes of time
And I'll still come as fresh
And keep it all in the family, like Rose, I'll take a seat
Keep my name out mouths like my wax from the racks of (phat beats)
Fat inflated, hope you liked my little poem
And hope to hear you soon, signed, your friend, Sole