Luyện nghe bài hát Dominant Species

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

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

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

2]
Yo, yo, I'm infinite like possibilities
But you don't have the capability infertility
'cause opening your to question my validity
Is like to contradict the theory of relativity
I spit is the epitome of heavy artillery
My enemies are obsessed with me like the bitch in
But out like father running form responsibility
time I step and abuse the mic with versatility
I balance humility, with brutal
I'll make your whole cypher look like crackers from N'Sync
And I don't about your link, or your luxury car
I shed light with more magnitude all of the stars
My breyon talk thick
So don't talk shit
And something nigga, while you rave and rant
A roach can live for nine days its head but you can't

3]
I'm explicit like video of conjugal visits
Some niggaz are too stupid to understand it astrophysics
Technique is
I'll make thoughts a victory
Get with the quickness
If you think that I just become 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 hit list
I got a Panther mentality with a spick fist
So you can get
Even if you're locally gold, vocally bold, or
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 these mother clumsily spill
And I drop it so heavy, it leaves the unbalanced
the spiritual force of all that challenge
I'm the lyrically apocalypse that the granite
Replacing you as the dominant species on the