Luyện nghe bài hát Earthquake

Born competition
a feeling that something's missing
Bred in a corn
With a composition
On the of a civil war
Or the of one religion?
I wonder came first
or Darwinism?
Pledging allegiance to a
elementary
Writing in cursive and casting spells
by the spelling bee
And they congratulations

You
slavery
To paid
You actually 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 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, the ruling class
Here to yo ass
Prescription drug thug mule yo ass
skills sure would suit yo ass
But they say, living off the is a useless path
Here, work for Presidents, HA! fooled yo ass
Any revolutionaries, remove yo ass
Fast, click clack, blast, in a flash
Whiplash the kickback of the impact

yo shit back
As as my head is intact
be as political as I want
Because I get
Nah, this ain't no diss track, to distract
Or chit chat, or syntax, or
Who's ass is fad and who has a six pack
Who's this average, or
his passes to his passes
There's a thousand channels
You can get this package, or this

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

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

I used to think, what would do?
Now I think, what the fuck would Macho Man and Hogan do?
Now, if Steve Austin was America, and the Rock was
Then and China would be Triple HHH
And the Illuminati be Vince Macmahon
Now the haters are The Undertaker
The crowd stand a chance
the international bankers are walking through the stands

Slide yo ass Xan
You think you a fan but you really a lamb
Niggas start trends every day but never get no pair of Vans
What the fuck is an
Niggas live on people time
What the fuck is in
Tsh, I fucking understand
I want my fucking bandz
I'm a walking talking human

Like a going HAM
Looking for the promised
False of Christopher Columbus
Pocahontas' hand
Black is the shortest month
I just hope you understand, the
Indians don't get shit but
Thanksgiving and yams, like

Here, a few casinos, huhh, sorry we took all your land, huhh
Well, let's just move on, because, great!
Man I fucking it
or Republic
Lightning rod, the subject
All of religions, I'm glad I found one
All of beliefs 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'

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

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

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

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

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

They know i'm the shit a elio-colonoscopy
They know i'm the shit by looking at my discography
They know been sent to awake this idiocracy
media, hipocrisy
Turn you into a bee
Harvest the tree
I'm just honest, b
Mother Earth quakes

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