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 talked to Len, he said everythings
Oh, yo, I liked "End To End Burner"
That little diss me thing on the was pretty funny
Yeah it's sucker
Uh, yeah, and I was talking, ya know,
to sell my records to distributors
And wouldn't take it because, you know
Some fat white kid figured be funny to blackball
Well, you know, I a little poem about it
and I hope you like it
So have mother read it to you
and if you like it you can write me back

I'm a Anticon iconoclast catalyst for
Tell Fox dissing Sole, bad decision
egosystem's frail, with a spoon I could dissect it
Soundin' like Corky got his nubs on a websters
A Ras Kass and a brand new MPC
Pressing all them pretty making wack beats
To hell with phat I'd rather rock acapella
I'd rather be broke and a whole'lotta resent
Not a king, a pawn, a pegan for me to pee on
Check out 9th street, a big sign, El-Pee got in neon
indie 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 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 bravado and the label has
You're broker than when Libra left you crying for a record from Luke
I strike you you femanine to blackball
I'll be serving you 'till serving me ice cream in a mall
Some fool said is an underground Canibus and LL
Well comedy, 'cause I'll serve all three of y'all
Heard Rupert had to all the indie artists to feed your ego
Running around the Bay looking for Sole your foot in your mouth
I heard you like the Bay (castro) but think four tracks are
Lost in the ozone and all your sound like crap
Hiding lack of behind hipster catch phrase and babble
Indellibles'll get a full-length 'cause you don't wanna be outshined
Fine, I heard you wanna kill me and get fools me
The only you ever witnessed was on Menace ll Society
Try to sound deep and got fooled by your lack of rhythm
I while you perpetuate your malopropism

mimmicking El-P]
Yo, wha, what did he just call me
Yo, I know man
Yo, I, I don't know what he called 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 you've all the words
So I'm gonna find out what 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 dissected
Yeah, I diss you on the internet, to your and on record
For the record, I the muck from which out you have stepped
First you sound like Beatnuts, then you're mr. 4,000
One bar, out of on stage a failure
quit rockin' mics and start rockin' an asthma inhaler
El-Producto, as Fox
when do indie records show up in a W-E-A box?
By saying your independent, you belittle the whole
Real emcee's work hard, got investors to put out their music
conspiracy, but this 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 know no better
That you're a hamburger pimp, only out for the
Yo, a battle emcee that can't freestyle?
All those references to imaginary emcee's, come me
Remember in Boston, you starting calling out?
And emcee's tried to battle, you were the first to break out
Well, you surely don't 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 must feel great, I heard you don't like emcee's
Traded in your 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 so creative, talk about something other than yourself
No, I'm not dissing New York or any of your comrades in
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 singers when live
And I know they think you're original but follow me this portal
You bit your whole styles an underground emcee named Vordul
rumors about me to everyone you meet, evade being a man
I heard you're putting out an instrumental album of sitars, and pans
You've enough talking, so I know you ain't fading Sole
Have your boy Rupert Murdock fly you out, I'll you on the Wake Up Show
The kingpin, step child to a little herpe 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 your #1 fan your master
I'd to give you a hand but all I got is a middle finger
Farakhan won't squash this, so we can it on Jerry Springer
Newsweek martyr, your rhetoric retort
You outta roll under your rock, your two minutes of fame got cut short
FYI: starving artists don't have 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, all popped up on your album
Manipulate your connects so they wanna see me on a
But I guarantee you lyin' 'cause you 1-on 1 you'd get served
Now it's to pay dues like when Daddy Warbucks
Bought your face onto the of the last Stress
We gonna battle, so write rhymes ahead of time
And I'll still come as fresh
And keep it all in the family, Rose, I'll take a back 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 from you soon, signed, your friend,