Luyện nghe bài hát Earthquake

Born into
With a feeling that something's
Bred in a addiction
With a composition
On the of a civil war
Or the forming of one
I wonder came first
or Darwinism?
Pledging to a flag
elementary
Writing curses in and casting spells
Stung by the bee
And they congratulations

You
From
To paid
You made it!
Here! Take gown and cap and wave it
Like a celebration of 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 wonder who worship if we weren't captured and traded

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

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

Who's savage?
Hey, compare your emotional baggage to my emotional baggage
And see who calls each other fastest
Haters go out way to fuck up my day
But I ain't even worried your bitch asses
And it's quite the optic, hard to take your off it
They the sky toxic
the antibiotic
Make a profit, divide the margin

You die off it
If you do, they hide the
the fuck are you supposed to do?
Morgellons in your food
What the fuck is kosher food?
generation crops won't produce
Be careful who you close to you
I'm from Atlanta, but shots out to my Oakland
say, "Bobby Rae, the older 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 would Macho Man and Hulk do?
Now, if Steve was America, and the Rock was Afghanistan
Then Russia and China be Triple HHH
And the would be Vince Macmahon
Now the haters are The Undertaker
The doesn't stand a chance
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 get no pair of Vans
What the is an advance?
Niggas on colored people time
What the fuck is in
Tsh, I don't understand
I just want my bandz
I'm a talking human conundrum

Like a Muslim HAM
Looking for the land
stories of Christopher Columbus
Holding Pocahontas'
History is the shortest month
I hope you understand, when the
Native don't 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, the subject
All of religions, I'm glad I found one
All of these beliefs and the right one
Trying to process all this you hide from
Till you wake the fuck up out on the son
Culture and condition your mind hon'

Whatever's prohibited, imma them
The smell of 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 you?

the fuck you think goes on in schools you send 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

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

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

Everybody's in
But this is a country!
They dock your pay, a mockery
Why you on the
Hickory, dickory,
They want cable, they want coffee, they want
Anything to take mind off being property
to say it properly
Working on my
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 i've sent to awake this idiocracy
media, hipocrisy
Turn you into a bee
the honey 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 folding hands goodbye
Adios, au revoir,