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 different now, I the same man I was
Hi, how are you doing? I'm new and improved with less to lose
A collector's edition version of a virgin drink ordering teller
way wrong...to the point of no rerun

Over the edge and out before I even got my shine
Holding my head in 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 the world got to me first
If you beat em, join 'em..
Then hurt the team by yourself

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

"Shut the fuck uuuuuuup!"

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

Poetry struck a in the listenership
Spoken then got 'em all interested
Now I don't have to serve ice cream to kids
I serve emcees who they're rippin' it
And poets who think they're significant
Meanwhile both are loud and
And don't know how to speak to a crowd in an environment

I am different. In a way
The only thing stays the same is change
While people claim their states, I my claims
I'm a quiet natured player who 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 authority while I question it
I ask, "Who am I?" I'm left guessing
But if you're a poor man's of ANYTHING
It is self-perception

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 underground rapper
My tape quality sucks, my records are and my CD skips

Luck is a greedy bitch with itchy palms 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 only 60 beats per minute
A human second-hand-me-down-to-earth-guy who will his hiphop

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

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