Luyện nghe bài hát Different

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

We need to reacquaint. Things are 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 edition version of a virgin ordering cocktail teller
Gone way wrong...to the of no rerun

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

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

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

"Shut the fuck uuuuuuup!"

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

struck a nerve in the listenership
Spoken word then got 'em all
Now I don't have to serve ice cream to kids
I serve emcees who think they're it
And who think they're somehow significant
Meanwhile both are and ignorant
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
While people claim their states, I my claims
I'm a quiet player who outwardly hates the game
I shake what I got, which is a jingly
I do my mini-market research and make for myself when I walk quick

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

up in a microscopic town prepared me well for this petrii dish
Where talk is invisible to the eye and hate the guy they're 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 is a greedy bitch with itchy palms and a case of the gimmes
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 only 60 heart beats per
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 dues the cost was climbing
If I burn too many I'll never get off of this awful island
As long as I've been rhyming, they only started
Because for a while didn't like how
I smoke the pot that I was pissin' in

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