Luyện nghe bài hát Dear Elpee

El-Pee,
How's your summer
been fine
I heard you had a good 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 live sucker
Uh, yeah, and I was talking, ya know,
trying to my records to distributors
And they take it because, you know
fat white kid figured it'd be funny to blackball
Well, you know, I wrote a poem about it
and I really hope you it
So have your mother it to you
and if you like it you can write me back

I'm a iconoclast catalyst for cataclysm
Fox dissing Sole, bad executive decision
Your egosystem's frail, with a spoon I dissect it
Soundin' like Corky got his nubs on a websters
A Ras Kass and a brand new MPC
Pressing all them pretty buttons making beats
To hell with phat beats I'd rather acapella
I'd be broke and have a whole'lotta resent
Not a king, a pawn, a pegan for me to pee on
Check out 9th street, a big sign, 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 thousand for radio, no hundred thou for adds and banners
No paying record stores for all your Rawkus
marketing scheme, its cool to be independent
But if it was last year you'd be a dun or a Elliot
And after indie bravado and the label has recouped
You're broker than when 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 said is an underground Canibus and LL
Well that's comedy, 'cause I'll all three of y'all
Heard Rupert had to starve all the indie artists to your ego
Running around the Bay looking for with your foot in your mouth
I heard you like the Bay (castro) but four tracks are wack
Lost in the ozone and all your mixdowns like crap
Hiding lack of intellect behind hipster phrase and babble
Indellibles'll get a full-length 'cause you don't wanna be outshined
Fine, I you wanna kill me and get fools after me
The only you ever witnessed was on Menace ll Society
Try to sound and got masses fooled by your lack of rhythm
I elevate while you perpetuate your

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

I'm a hip hop artist, you biting emcee sucker
Had a crayon contest with retarted kids and the wackest album cover
Picked the wrong emcee to diss subliminally, line dissected
Yeah, I diss you on the internet, to your and on record
For the record, I know the muck from out you have stepped
First you sound like Beatnuts, then mr. 4,000 syllables
One bar, out of on stage a failure
Gotta quit rockin' mics and start an asthma inhaler
El-Producto, as Fox
Since when do indie records show up in a W-E-A
By saying your independent, you the whole movement
Real emcee's work hard, got investors to put out their music
Underground conspiracy, but ain't used by No Limit
Mad 'cause you didn't up, the victim of your own wack gimmick
But some fools bought into it 'cause they don't no better
That you're a hamburger pimp, out for the cheddar
Yo, what's a battle that can't freestyle?
All those references to imaginary emcee's, battle me
Remember in Boston, you calling fools out?
And emcee's tried to battle, you were the first to break out
Well, you surely don't wanna battle, of 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 you don't like white emcee's
Traded in your Kani and X hats for a fresh set of Echo's and
You as hip hop as Garth Brooks and as as gartar belts
And if you're so creative, about something other than yourself
No, I'm not dissing New York or any of comrades in arms
I'm tearing down that posterboy Miss Piggy-lookin'
El-Pee vs. The Spice (I got 5 on scary spice)
But of y'all are in desperate 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 from an underground emcee named Vordul
Spread rumors me to everyone you meet, evade being a man
I heard you're putting out an instrumental album of sitars, pots and
done enough talking, so I know you ain't fading Sole
Have your boy Murdock 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 females when you tell'em you're a lesbian
Wanna sign autographs, but all your are rappers
The evolution not be televised, as your #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
Newsweek martyr, bring your rhetoric
You outta tootsie under your rock, your two minutes of fame got cut short
FYI: starving artists don't have luncheons
Got a horrible and the rest of your style is (studio punch-ins)
The dun-crusher fresh overly when I blast'em
And those so-called freestyles, they all up on your album
Manipulate your connects so they see me on a curb
But I guarantee you lyin' 'cause you 1-on 1 you'd get served
Now time to pay dues like when Daddy Warbucks
Bought your onto the cover of the last Stress
We gonna battle, so write your rhymes of time
And still come twice as fresh
And keep it all in the family, like Rose, I'll a back seat
Keep my name out your mouths like my wax the racks of (phat beats)
Fat ego's inflated, you liked my little poem
And hope to hear you soon, signed, your friend, Sole