Luyện nghe bài hát Earthquake

Born competition
With a that something's missing
Bred in a addiction
a synthetic composition
On the of a civil war
Or the of one religion?
I wonder what came
or Darwinism?
Pledging to a flag
elementary
Writing curses in and casting spells
by the spelling bee
And says congratulations

You
From
To paid
You made it!
Here! Take gown and cap and wave it
Like a celebration of going to school to get a job to pay for it
Like a that traded it's 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

Consider my affidavit
Yo, It's the ruling
Here to yo ass
drug thug cocaine mule yo ass
Agricultural skills sure would yo ass
But they say, living off the land is a path
Here, for dead Presidents, HA! fooled yo ass
Any revolutionaries, they yo ass
Fast, clack, quick blast, in a flash
Whiplash from the of the impact

yo shit back
As long as my head is
I'll be as as I want
Because I get
Nah, this ain't no fuckin diss track, to
Or useless chat, or syntax, or
ass is this fad and who has a six pack
Who's this average, or
Compare his passes to his
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 each other bitch fastest
Haters go out way to fuck up my day
But I ain't even worried about bitch asses
And it's quite the optic, hard to your eyes off it
They the sky toxic
Prescribe the
Make a high profit, the margin

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

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

Slide yo ass Xan
You think you a fan but you just a lamb
Niggas start trends every day but don't never get no of Vans
What the is an advance?
Niggas live on colored people
the fuck is in advance?
Tsh, I don't fucking
I just my fucking bandz
I'm a walking talking human

Like a going HAM
Looking for the promised
False of Christopher Columbus
Holding hand
Black History is the month
I just you understand, when the
Native don't get shit but
Thanksgiving and yams, like

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

Whatever's prohibited, defy them
The smell of freedom is my eyes run
To authority, i'm the
I'm not a pacifist, or a
I got all the answersises
I just got a louder mic, and stanzas, ya bitch
Oh i'm sorry, did I you?

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

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

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

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

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

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