Luyện nghe bài hát Different

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

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

Over the edge and burned out I even got my shine
Holding my head in doubt
Out of insight. Out of mindful things to shout or rhyme

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

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

called "Shut the uuuuuuup!"

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

Poetry struck a in the listenership
Spoken word then got 'em all
Now I don't have to ice cream to little kids
I emcees who think they're rippin' it
And who think they're somehow significant
Meanwhile both are and ignorant
And don't know how to to a crowd in an intimate environment

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

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

Growing up in a microscopic prepared me well for this petrii dish
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 rapper
My tape sucks, my records are warped and my CD skips

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

I may be too big for my britches
but I paid my dues when the was climbing
If I burn too many I'll never get off of this awful island
As long as I've been rhyming, they started listening
Because for a they didn't like 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 objects in of my eyes and I won't blink
I'm different. Oooohhhh yyyeeeaaahhhh..
I'm different. Oooohhhh yyyeeeaaahhhh..