Luyện nghe bài hát Different

Nothing at last is sacred. Oh how the great have
have I done to myself? It's been way too long!"

We need to reacquaint. Things are different now, I ain't the man I was
Hi, how are you doing? I'm new and improved even less to lose
A collector's edition version of a virgin drink cocktail teller
Gone way wrong...to the of no rerun

the edge and burned out before I even got my shine
Holding my in pure doubt
Out of insight. Out of things to shout or rhyme about

Yeah, I I was supposed to change the world and all
But it looks like the got to me first
If you beat em, join 'em..
Then hurt the team by beating

I'm different...in a way
The only thing stays the same is change
people claim their states, I state my claims
Sage Francis a name for himself
For the record my calls me Paul
was my father's middle name, but Ray
Stepped in and me
It's crazy, but this is a I play

"Shut the fuck uuuuuuup!"

Don't bother calling me at all because I'm not
Is that a voice-mail-bomb-threat or a broken promise I'm
Gambling away my issues, somebody owes me big bucks
My career depends on vacuums sucking me in and blowing me up

Poetry a nerve in the listenership
Spoken word got 'em all interested
Now I don't have to serve ice to little kids
I serve emcees who think rippin' it
And poets who think somehow significant
Meanwhile both are loud and
And don't how to speak to a crowd in an intimate environment

I am different. In a way
The thing that stays the same is change
people claim their states, I state my claims
I'm a quiet player who outwardly hates the game
I what I got, which is a jingly pocket
I do my mini-market research and noise for myself when I walk quick

I talk with while I question it
When I ask, "Who am I?" I'm guessing
But if you're a poor version of ANYTHING
It is self-perception

Growing up in a microscopic town prepared me well for this dish
Where talk is invisible to the eye and they the guy they're speaking with
I'm a real No chicken...not even fish
I'm a real rapper
My tape sucks, my records are warped and my CD skips

Lady Luck is a greedy bitch with itchy and a case of the gimmes
I've got an outtie if she's got an inny, I'll clean her pipes and sweep her chimney
The beat that's in me is polyrhythmic. You're 60 heart beats per minute
A human second-hand-me-down-to-earth-guy who thriftshop-lift his hiphop

I may be getting too big for my
but I paid my when the cost was climbing
If I too many bridges I'll never get off of this awful island
As as I've been rhyming, they only started listening
Because for a while they didn't how
I wouldn't smoke the pot that I was in

Plus I had no dead homies to out the liquor I don't drink
You can flash your shiny in front of my eyes and I won't blink
I'm different. Oooohhhh yyyeeeaaahhhh..
I'm different. Oooohhhh yyyeeeaaahhhh..