Luyện nghe bài hát Dominant Species

Yo, in a hundred years now
Everyone living on this planet will be dead
So it's inconsequential
All the shit that you
All the bullshit that you for
more important what, what your ready to build
What you're ready to pass down to children
What you're ready to
You better fucking remember
When you challenge a mother fucker me
Remember, I'm the species

1]
I'm stuck inside the future and life is
The government is psychotically and robotic
The matrix of entrapment is
Erotic theory becomes reality
Life is war, and day's a battle to me
I'm on the of insanity, between extreme intelligence and split personalities
But I elevate to the point of reversing
Revolutionary conceptuality out of me
Even the dead people in my tell me they proud of me
Stupidity's not by me
'cause I don't got time to
I'm the black lyricist that'll take your shine away
at any time of day
I'm the Technique and your nobody so what you to say
Stellar becomes your physical alignment
1.8 billion tons per square inch

Yo, yo, yo, I drop knowledge so it leaves the world unbalanced
Exterminate the spiritual force of all challenge
I'm the apocalypse that crumbles the granite
you as the dominant species on the planet

2]
Yo, yo, I'm infinite like possibilities
But you don't have the capability infertility
opening your mouth to question my validity
Is trying to contradict the theory of relativity
When I spit is the epitome of heavy
My enemies are obsessed me like the bitch in Misery
But break out like father running responsibility
Every time I and abuse the mic with versatility
I balance humility, brutal instinct
I'll make your whole cypher look like those from N'Sync
And I care about your link, or your luxury car
I shed light with magnitude than all of the stars
My breyon talk pick
So don't talk shit
And remember something nigga, while you rave and
A roach can live for nine without its head but you can't

3]
I'm explicit video tapes of conjugal visits
niggaz are too stupid to understand it like astrophysics
Technique is
make your thoughts a victory
Get pessimistic the quickness
If you think that I will become another statistic with anything but success
When I bless the mic as I spit
Specifically prolific with coprocessor coma sickness
My style is like a ten year old child with a slit wrist, too much
For the fucking hit
I got a Black Panther with a spick fist
So you can get
Even if you're locally gold, vocally bold, or
sold
I'm emotionally cold, disciplined, and to kill
Like spirits in the same room with you, I'm you chills
I drop while these mother fuckers clumsily spill
And I drop it so heavy, it the world unbalanced
Exterminate the force of all that challenge
I'm the apocalypse that crumbles the granite
Replacing you as the dominant on the planet