Luyện nghe bài hát Different

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

We need to reacquaint. Things are different now, I the same man I was
Hi, how are you doing? I'm new and improved even less to lose
A collector's edition of a virgin drink ordering cocktail teller
Gone way wrong...to the of no rerun

Over the edge and burned out before I 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 world got to me
If you beat em, join 'em..
Then hurt the by beating yourself

I'm different...in a way
The only thing that the same is change
While claim their states, I state my claims
Sage Francis made a for himself
For the record my mother me Paul
Which was my middle name, but Ray
Stepped in and me
It's crazy, but this is a game I

called "Shut the uuuuuuup!"

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

Poetry struck a nerve in the
word then got 'em all interested
Now I don't have to serve ice cream to little
I serve emcees who think they're it
And poets who think they're significant
both are loud and ignorant
And don't know how to to a crowd in an intimate environment

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

I talk with authority I question it
When I ask, "Who am I?" I'm left
But if you're a poor version of ANYTHING
It is your

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

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

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

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