Luyện nghe bài hát Dear Elpee

El-Pee,
How's your been?
been fine
I heard you had a real time at camp
Oh, yeah, I to Len, he said everythings cool
Oh, yo, I really "End To End Burner"
That little diss me thing on the internet was pretty
it's live 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 it'd be funny to blackball
Well, you know, I wrote a poem about it
and I really you like it
So your mother read it to you
and if you like it you can write me back

I'm a Anticon catalyst for cataclysm
Tell Fox Sole, bad executive decision
Your egosystem's frail, with a spoon I could it
Soundin' like Corky got his nubs on a websters
A Ras Kass and a brand new MPC
all them pretty buttons making wack beats
To hell with phat beats I'd rather rock
I'd rather be 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 elitist and you haven't got a voice
No five thousand for radio, no hundred thou for and banners
No paying record stores for all your Rawkus
marketing scheme, its cool to be independent
But if it was last year be a dun or a Missy Elliot
And after your indie bravado and the label has
You're broker than when left you crying for a record deal from Luke
I strike you awestruck you to blackball
be serving you 'till you're serving me ice cream in a mall
Some said this is an underground Canibus and LL
Well that's comedy, 'cause I'll serve all three of
Heard Rupert had to starve all the indie to feed your ego
Running around the Bay looking for Sole with your in your mouth
I heard you like the Bay (castro) but four tracks are wack
Lost in the ozone and all your mixdowns sound crap
Hiding lack of intellect behind hipster catch and babble
Indellibles'll never get a 'cause you don't wanna be outshined
Fine, I heard you wanna kill me and get after me
The only violence you ever witnessed was on Menace ll
Try to deep and got masses fooled by your lack of rhythm
I while you perpetuate your malopropism

[Sole El-P]
Yo, wha, what did he just call me
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, well apparently you must have ripped all the out in the dictionary
man, 'cause used all the words
So I'm never gonna find out what he me?
He's usin' big words me?
Yo, is intrepid god

I'm a hip hop artist, you biting emcee sucker
Had a crayon contest with retarted and picked the wackest album cover
Picked the wrong emcee to diss subliminally, every line
Yeah, I diss you on the internet, to your face and on
For the record, I know the muck from which out you have
you sound like Beatnuts, then you're mr. 4,000 syllables
One bar, out of on stage a failure
Gotta rockin' mics and start rockin' 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 this 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 know no
you're a hamburger pimp, only out for the cheddar
Yo, what's a battle emcee that can't
All references to imaginary emcee's, come battle me
Remember in Boston, you starting calling fools
And when emcee's tried to battle, you were the to break out
Well, you surely don't wanna battle, of course you wanna fight, bigger
Fine, you win, we can have a contest to see who's the biggest
Oh, you win again, it must great, I heard you don't like white emcee's
Traded in Kani and X hats 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 tearing down posterboy Miss Piggy-lookin' leprachaun
El-Pee vs. The Spice (I got 5 on scary spice)
But both of y'all are in desperate need of backup singers when live
And I know they think you're but follow me through this portal
You bit your whole styles from an underground named Vordul
Spread rumors about me to everyone you meet, being a man
I heard you're putting out an instrumental album of sitars, and pans
You've done enough talking, so I know you ain't fading
your boy Rupert Murdock fly you out, I'll serve you on the Wake Up Show
The red-headed kingpin, step child to a little herpe festering
Heard you pull females when you tell'em you're a lesbian
Wanna autographs, but all your fans are rappers
The evolution not be televised, as your #1 fan becomes your master
I'd to give you a hand but all I got is a middle finger
Farakhan won't this, so we can finish it on Jerry Springer
martyr, bring your rhetoric retort
You outta tootsie roll under your rock, your two minutes of got cut short
FYI: starving artists don't corporate luncheons
Got a horrible freestyle and the of your style is (studio punch-ins)
The dun-crusher fresh overly when I blast'em
And those so-called freestyles, they all popped up on album
Manipulate your so they wanna see me on a curb
But I guarantee you lyin' 'cause you 1-on 1 you'd get served
Now it's time to pay dues like Daddy Warbucks
Bought face onto the cover of the last Stress
We battle, so write your rhymes ahead of time
And I'll still come as fresh
And keep it all in the family, like Rose, I'll a back seat
Keep my name out your mouths my wax from the racks of (phat beats)
Fat ego's inflated, hope you liked my poem
And hope to hear from you soon, signed, your friend,