Luyện nghe bài hát Dominant Species

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

1]
I'm stuck inside the future and is chaotic
The government is psychotically racist and
The matrix of is socio-economic
Erotic conspiracy theory reality
Life is war, and every day's a to me
I'm on the brink of insanity, extreme intelligence and split personalities
But I elevate to the point of reversing
conceptuality spitting out of me
Even the dead people in my tell me they proud of me
not allowed by me
'cause I don't got time to
I'm the whole lyricist that'll take your shine away
Darkness at any of day
I'm the Technique and your nobody so you trying to say
Stellar density your physical alignment
1.8 billion tons per square confinement

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

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

3]
I'm explicit like video tapes of visits
Some niggaz are too to understand it like astrophysics
Technique is
I'll make your thoughts a
Get with the quickness
If you think that I will just another statistic with anything but success
I bless the mic as I spit this
Specifically prolific with coprocessor coma sickness
My style is like a ten year old child a slit wrist, too much reality
For the fucking hit
I got a Panther mentality with a spick fist
So you can get
Even if locally gold, vocally bold, or globally
Multi-platinum
I'm cold, disciplined, and ready to kill
spirits in the same room with you, I'm giving you chills
I drop knowledge while these mother fuckers clumsily
And I drop it so heavy, it leaves the unbalanced
Exterminate the spiritual force of all that
I'm the lyrically that crumbles the granite
Replacing you as the dominant on the planet