Luyện nghe bài hát Dominant Species

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

1]
I'm stuck the future and life is chaotic
The government is racist and robotic
The matrix of is socio-economic
Erotic conspiracy theory becomes
is war, and every day's a battle to me
I'm on the brink of insanity, between intelligence and split personalities
But I to the point of reversing gravity
Revolutionary spitting out of me
Even the dead in my family tell me they proud of me
Stupidity's not by me
'cause I don't got time to
I'm the black whole lyricist that'll take your away
at any time of day
I'm the Technique and your nobody so what you to say
Stellar density becomes your alignment
1.8 billion tons per inch confinement

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

2]
Yo, yo, lyrically I'm like possibilities
But you have the capability like infertility
'cause your mouth to question my validity
Is like trying to contradict the 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 form responsibility
Every time I step and abuse the mic versatility
I balance humility, with brutal
I'll make whole cypher look like those crackers from N'Sync
And I don't care about your link, or your car
I shed light with more than all of the stars
My breyon talk thick
So don't talk shit
And remember something nigga, while you and rant
A roach can live for nine days its head but you can't

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