Luyện nghe bài hát Dear Elpee

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

I'm a Anticon iconoclast catalyst for
Tell Fox Sole, bad executive decision
Your frail, with a spoon I could dissect it
Soundin' Corky got his nubs on a websters dictionary
A Ras Kass record and a new MPC
Pressing all them pretty making wack beats
To hell with beats I'd rather rock acapella
I'd rather be broke and have a whole'lotta
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 underground 'cause you haven't got a choice
Take away your buddies and you haven't got a voice
No five for radio, no hundred thou for adds and banners
No paying record stores for all your propaganda
marketing scheme, its cool to be independent
But if it was last year you'd be a dun or a Missy
And your indie bravado and the label has recouped
You're broker than Libra left you crying for a record deal from Luke
I strike you awestruck you femanine to
I'll be serving you 'till you're serving me ice cream in a
Some fool this is an underground Canibus and LL
Well comedy, 'cause I'll serve all three of y'all
Heard Rupert had to starve all the indie artists to feed ego
around the Bay looking for Sole with your foot in your mouth
I heard you like the Bay (castro) but think four are wack
in the ozone and all your mixdowns sound like crap
Hiding lack of intellect behind hipster catch and babble
Indellibles'll never get a full-length you don't wanna be outshined
Fine, I heard you wanna kill me and get after me
The only violence you ever was on Menace ll Society
Try to sound deep and got masses fooled by lack of rhythm
I elevate while you perpetuate your

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

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