Luyện nghe bài hát Earthquake

Born competition
With a feeling that something's
in a corn addiction
With a composition
On the brink of a war
Or the forming of one
I wonder what came
or Darwinism?
Pledging allegiance to a
Since
curses in cursive and casting spells
Stung by the bee
And they says

You
slavery
To slavery
You made it!
Here! Take gown and cap and wave it
a celebration of going to school just to get a job to pay for it
Like a nation that traded minerals in exchange for paper payment
Here, these are gods, you have to praise 'em
I wonder who we'd worship if we weren't captured and

this my affidavit
Yo, It's the class
to rule yo ass
Prescription drug thug cocaine yo ass
Agricultural sure would suit yo ass
But they say, living off the is a useless path
Here, work for dead Presidents, HA! yo ass
Any revolutionaries, remove yo ass
Fast, click clack, quick blast, in a
Whiplash the kickback of the impact

Push yo back
As long as my is intact
be as political as I want
Because I get
Nah, this no fuckin diss track, to distract
Or chit chat, or syntax, or
ass is this fad and who has a six pack
Who's batting average, or
his passes to his passes
There's a thousand sports
You can get package, or this package

Who's this
Hey, let's your emotional 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 your bitch asses
And it's quite the optic, to take your eyes off it
make the sky toxic
Prescribe the
Make a high profit, divide the

You die off it
If you do, they the autopsy
What the are you supposed to do?
Morgellons in your kosher
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
say, "Bobby Rae, the older you is overdue"
I say hey, sorry I got a little caught up truths

I used to think, what Hova do?
Now I think, what the fuck Macho Man and Hulk Hogan do?
Now, if Steve Austin was America, and the Rock was
Then Russia and would be Triple HHH
And the Illuminati would be Macmahon
Now when the are The Undertaker
The crowd doesn't stand a
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 is an advance?
Niggas live on colored people
What the fuck is in
Tsh, I don't fucking
I just want my bandz
I'm a walking talking human

Like a Muslim HAM
Looking for the land
False of Christopher Columbus
Holding Pocahontas'
History is the shortest month
I just you understand, when the
Native Indians don't get but
and some yams, like

Here, here's a few casinos, huhh, sorry we 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 religions, I'm glad I found one
All of these beliefs and the right one
Trying to process all info you hide from
you wake the fuck up out on the advice son
Culture and religion condition your mind

prohibited, imma defy them
The smell of is making 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 goes on in schools you send your kids to?
the fuck you think they serve for lunch, what's on the menu?
That's why only ratchet shit is what these kids is
A language
Friends do what friends do
People act so fucking but really they just gentle

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

I the cure
I the remedy
I am the
I am not the
But give me 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
to say it properly
Working on my
But I am the

They know i'm the shit like a
They know i'm the by just looking at my discography
They know i've been to awake this idiocracy
media, hipocrisy
Turn you into a bee
the honey 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,