Luyện nghe bài hát Earthquake

Born competition
With a feeling that missing
Bred in a corn
a synthetic composition
On the of a civil war
Or the forming of one
I wonder what came
or Darwinism?
Pledging allegiance to a
elementary
Writing in cursive and casting spells
Stung by the bee
And says congratulations

You
slavery
To slavery
You actually it!
Here! Take this and cap and wave it
Like a celebration of going to just to get a job to pay for it
Like a nation that traded it's minerals in exchange for payment
Here, these are your gods, you have to 'em
I wonder who we'd worship if we captured and traded

Consider my affidavit
Yo, the ruling class
to rule yo ass
Prescription drug cocaine mule yo ass
Agricultural skills sure suit yo ass
But say, living off the land 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 from the kickback of the

yo shit back
As as my head is intact
be as political 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 to his passes
a thousand sports channels
You can get package, or this package

Who's savage?
Hey, let's your emotional 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 bitch asses
And it's quite the optic, hard to your eyes off it
They make the sky
the antibiotic
Make a profit, divide the margin

You die off it
If you do, they the autopsy
What the fuck are you to do?
Morgellons in your food
What the fuck is even food?
Third generation won't produce
Be who you keep close 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 caught up exposing truths

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

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

a Muslim going HAM
Looking for the land
False stories of Christopher
Holding Pocahontas'
Black is the shortest month
I just 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, let's 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 info you hide
Till you the fuck up out on the advice son
Culture and religion your mind hon'

Whatever's prohibited, 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 louder mic, and 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 ratchet shit is what these kids is
A language
Friends do what friends do
People act so fucking hard but really just gentle

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

I have the
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 is a free country!
They dock pay, what a mockery
Why you on the
Hickory, dickory,
They want cable, want coffee, they 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 like a
They know i'm the shit by looking at my discography
They know been sent to awake this idiocracy
Mass media,
you into a worker bee
Harvest the tree
I'm being honest, b
Mother Earth underneath

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