Luyện nghe bài hát Earthquake

Born into
a feeling that something's missing
Bred in a addiction
With a composition
On the of a civil war
Or the of one religion?
I what came first
Dinosaurs or
Pledging to a flag
elementary
Writing in cursive and casting spells
by the spelling bee
And says congratulations

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

Consider my affidavit
Yo, It's the ruling
to rule yo ass
Prescription drug thug mule yo ass
Agricultural skills sure suit 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, click clack, blast, in a flash
Whiplash from the kickback of the

yo shit back
As as my head is intact
I'll be as political as I
Because I get
Nah, ain't no fuckin diss track, to distract
Or chit chat, or syntax, or
Who's ass is this fad and who has a six
Who's batting average, or
Compare his passes to his
a thousand sports channels
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 fastest
Haters go out they way to up my day
But I ain't even worried your bitch asses
And quite the optic, hard to take your eyes off it
make the sky toxic
Prescribe the
a high profit, divide the margin

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

I used to think, what Hova do?
Now I think, what the would Macho Man and Hulk Hogan do?
Now, if Steve was America, and the Rock was Afghanistan
Then Russia and would be Triple HHH
And the Illuminati would be Vince
Now the haters are The Undertaker
The crowd stand a chance
When the international bankers are walking through the

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

a Muslim going HAM
Looking for the promised
False stories of Columbus
Holding Pocahontas'
History is the shortest month
I hope you understand, when the
Native don't get shit but
Thanksgiving and some yams,

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

Whatever's prohibited, imma 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 got a louder mic, and better stanzas, ya bitch
Oh i'm sorry, did I offend

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

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

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

in debt
But this is a country!
They dock pay, what a mockery
Why you on the
Hickory, dickory,
They cable, they want coffee, they want comedy
Anything to take mind off being property
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 just looking at my
They i've been sent to awake this idiocracy
media, hipocrisy
Turn you into a bee
Harvest the tree
I'm being honest, b
Earth quakes underneath

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