Luyện nghe bài hát Different

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

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

Over the and burned out before I even got my shine
Holding my head in pure
Out of insight. Out of mindful to shout or rhyme about

Yeah, I know I was supposed to the world and all
But it looks the world got to me first
If you can't beat em, 'em..
Then hurt the team by beating

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

called "Shut the 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
away my money issues, somebody owes me big bucks
My career depends on vacuums sucking me in and blowing me up

struck 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 they're it
And poets who 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 thing that stays the same is change
people claim their states, I state my claims
I'm a quiet natured player who outwardly the game
I shake what I got, which is a jingly
I do my mini-market research and make noise for myself when I walk

I talk with authority I question it
When I ask, "Who am I?" I'm left
But if you're a man's 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 the guy they're speaking with
I'm a real vegetarian: No chicken...not fish
I'm a real underground
My tape quality sucks, my records are warped and my CD

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

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

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