Luyện nghe bài hát Earthquake

Born into
With a that something's missing
Bred in a corn
With a synthetic
On the of a civil war
Or the forming of one
I wonder came first
Dinosaurs or
Pledging allegiance to a
Since
curses in cursive and casting spells
Stung by the bee
And says congratulations

You
From
To paid
You made it!
Here! Take this and cap and wave it
Like a celebration of going to school to get a job to pay for it
Like a nation that traded minerals in exchange for paper payment
Here, are your gods, you have to praise 'em
I wonder who we'd worship if we weren't captured and

this my affidavit
Yo, It's the class
to rule yo ass
Prescription drug thug cocaine yo ass
Agricultural sure would suit yo ass
But they say, living off the is a useless path
Here, work for dead Presidents, HA! yo ass
Any revolutionaries, remove yo ass
Fast, clack, quick blast, in a flash
Whiplash the kickback of the impact

yo shit back
As as my head is intact
I'll be as political as I
Because I get
Nah, this no fuckin diss track, to distract
Or useless chat, or syntax, or
Who's ass is this fad and who has a six
Who's batting average, or
Compare his to his passes
There's a thousand sports
You can get package, or this package

this savage?
Hey, let's compare your baggage to my emotional baggage
And see who calls each other bitch
Haters go out they way to up my day
But I ain't even worried about your asses
And it's quite the optic, hard to take eyes off it
They make the sky
Prescribe the
Make a high profit, divide the

You die off it
If you do, hide the autopsy
What the are you supposed to do?
Morgellons in your food
What the fuck is kosher food?
Third generation crops won't
Be careful who you keep to you
I'm Atlanta, but shots out to my Oakland crew
They say, "Bobby Rae, the you is overdue"
I say hey, sorry I got a little up exposing truths

I used to think, would Hova do?
Now I think, what the fuck Macho Man and Hulk Hogan do?
Now, if Austin was America, and the Rock was Afghanistan
Then Russia and China be Triple HHH
And the Illuminati be Vince Macmahon
Now when the are The Undertaker
The doesn't stand a chance
When the international bankers are walking through the

yo ass some Xan
You you a fan but you really just a lamb
Niggas start every day but don't never get no pair of Vans
What the fuck is an
Niggas live on colored people
What the fuck is in
Tsh, I fucking understand
I just want my bandz
I'm a talking human conundrum

Like a going HAM
for the promised land
False of Christopher Columbus
Holding hand
Black History is the shortest
I just you understand, when the
Native Indians get shit but
and some yams, like

Here, here's a few casinos, huhh, we took all your land, huhh
Well, just move on, because, America's great!
Man I fucking it
or Republic
Lightning rod, change the
All of these religions, I'm I found one
All of these beliefs and the right one
Trying to process all this you hide from
Till you the fuck up out on the advice son
Culture and religion condition your hon'

prohibited, imma defy them
The of freedom is making my eyes run
To authority, i'm the
I'm not a pacifist, or a
I don't got all the
I just got a mic, and better stanzas, ya bitch
Oh i'm sorry, did I you?

What the fuck you think goes on in schools you send kids to?
What the fuck you think they for lunch, what's on the menu?
That's why only ratchet shit is what these is into
A comprehendable
do what they friends do
People act so fucking hard but really they gentle

children
Grownups issues
with children
Who grow up with
Cancer
Abandonment,
marketing screaming, "Here, let me fix you

I the cure
I the remedy
I am the
I am not the
But give me your money, give me money, give me your money!"

Everybody's in
But this is a country!
They dock your pay, what a
Why you on the
Hickory, dickory,
They want cable, they want coffee, they want
Anything to take they mind off property
Trying to say it
Working on my
But I am the

They i'm the shit like a elio-colonoscopy
They know i'm the shit by looking at my discography
They know been sent to awake this idiocracy
Mass media,
Turn you a worker bee
Harvest the honey
I'm being honest, b
Mother quakes underneath

Father Sky, up the sea
God the father, the sky
Son of God, the Sun
Ra, the Eye
No more
No folding hands goodbye
Adios, au revoir,