Luyện nghe bài hát Dear Elpee

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

I'm a Anticon catalyst for cataclysm
Fox dissing Sole, bad executive decision
Your egosystem's frail, with a spoon I could it
Soundin' Corky got his nubs on a websters dictionary
A Ras record and a brand new MPC
Pressing all pretty buttons making wack beats
To hell with phat beats I'd rock acapella
I'd rather be broke and have a whole'lotta
Not a rich king, a pawn, a for me to pee on
Check out 9th street, a big sign, El-Pee got served in
Trendy indie 'cause you haven't got a choice
Take away your elitist buddies and you haven't got a
No five thousand for radio, no hundred thou for adds and
No paying stores for all your Rawkus propaganda
Well-timed scheme, its cool to be independent
But if it was last you'd be a dun or a Missy Elliot
And after indie bravado and the label has recouped
You're broker than when Libra left you crying for a record deal from
I strike you awestruck you femanine to
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 I'll all three of y'all
Heard had to starve all the indie artists to feed 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 sound like crap
Hiding lack of intellect behind hipster catch and babble
Indellibles'll get a full-length 'cause you don't wanna be outshined
Fine, I heard you wanna kill me and get after me
The violence you ever witnessed was on Menace ll Society
Try to sound deep and got masses by your lack of rhythm
I elevate while you your malopropism

[Sole El-P]
Yo, wha, did he just call me dun?
Yo, I don't man
Yo, I, I don't know what he just 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 all the words
So I'm never gonna find out he called me?
usin' big words against me?
Yo, this is god

I'm a hip hop artist, you biting emcee sucker
Had a crayon contest retarted kids and picked the wackest album cover
Picked the wrong emcee to diss subliminally, every line
Yeah, I diss you on the internet, to your and on record
For the record, I know the from which out you have stepped
First you sound like Beatnuts, you're mr. 4,000 syllables
One bar, out of breath on a failure
Gotta quit rockin' mics and start rockin' an asthma
El-Producto, as Fox
when do indie records show up in a W-E-A box?
By saying independent, you belittle the whole movement
Real work hard, ain't got investors to put out their music
conspiracy, but this ain't used by No Limit
Mad 'cause you didn't blow up, the victim of your own wack
But some fools bought into it 'cause they don't no better
you're a hamburger pimp, only out for the cheddar
Yo, what's a battle emcee can't freestyle?
All those references to emcee's, come battle me
Remember in Boston, you starting calling fools
And when emcee's 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 the biggest wigger
Oh, you win again, it must feel great, I heard you like white emcee's
in your Kani and X hats for a fresh 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 other than yourself
No, I'm not dissing New York or any of your in arms
I'm down that posterboy Miss Piggy-lookin' leprachaun
El-Pee vs. The Girls (I got 5 on scary spice)
But both of y'all are in desperate need of backup singers it's live
And I know they think you're original but follow me through this
You bit your whole styles an underground emcee named 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 enough talking, so I know you fading Sole
Have your boy Rupert Murdock fly you out, I'll serve you on the Up Show
The kingpin, step child to a little herpe sore festering
Heard you only pull females when you tell'em you're a
sign autographs, but all your fans are rappers
The evolution not be televised, as your #1 fan becomes your master
I'd love to give you a but all I got is a middle finger
Farakhan won't squash this, so we can finish it on Jerry
Newsweek martyr, bring rhetoric retort
You outta tootsie roll under rock, your two minutes of fame got cut short
FYI: starving artists don't have corporate
Got a horrible freestyle and the rest of style is (studio punch-ins)
The busts fresh overly when I blast'em
And those so-called freestyles, they all up on your album
Manipulate connects so they wanna see me on a curb
But I guarantee you lyin' 'cause you know 1-on 1 get served
Now it's to pay dues like when Daddy Warbucks
Bought your face onto the cover of the last
We gonna battle, so your rhymes ahead of time
And I'll still come twice as
And keep it all in the family, like Rose, I'll take a back
Keep my name out your like my wax from the racks of (phat beats)
Fat ego's inflated, hope you my little poem
And hope to hear you soon, signed, your friend, Sole