Luyện nghe bài hát Epilogue

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"What it take"
"to be a great"
"MC"

If you ask me, it's more than Master of Ceremonies
Because a lot of Masquerading
Don't realize it means Mad Creativity
In this day and age of
There's two types of rappers you'll recognize and hear
But I prefer the ones the lyrics of the year
Than the with the gear and the right puppeteer
Now you can be the next ?? Shakespear
you're still 10 steps away from a career
You step up the plate to earn from your peers
And end up on for the remainder of your years
I suppose this greatness takes blood, sweat, and tears
It also takes an industry that doesn't fear
Or all this mindless crap up in your ears
And ?? in the of what you get to hear
You got to recognize it's a determined
A young mind is a devil's worst fear
But when you wanna the people peace and satisfaction
mama wants a piece of the action
So now I victim to supply and demand
Immaculate conceptions, born
Destined to be the greatest story missed
means its meant to be for whoever's hearing this

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When it's all said and done it should be heard and
'Til this game forces us to change teams
While the lust for the loot spreads out like
So the haves chase their tails while the nots chase dreams
As the chase the days, past the futures, meet fate
Like your firstborn, for pop's release date
Postpone, meanwhile, I means
To revise and renew what was just heard and

It's been stated that I rhyme like God and I ?? a poet
One hand ?? the like Lady Macbeth
Flip like Bela Karolyi
Warm hearted, blooded
I write like left
I left opposites what they left off
My rights left right-wing as to right beside me
Left my right hand man 'cause he left what's
And I reserve the right to write 'til I'm
'Cause I free with my pen,
That ya'll if you freestyled all day long
Literally, literature designed for one orator
on the head
Emcee's emcee, that I be the emcee
'Cause I am what I am thinking
when my mind's blinking
My open even when my eyes' drinking
I's a socializer, but more so with wiser
Ask yourself why's a music so it's self contained
And not self
I myself contemplate this 'til I make myself
Shall my raps maintained, wrapped in cellophane
'Til unwrapped by human consumers?
no, so I rap wherever I go
And let it grow up in your brain a tumor

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Aiiyo, ya think ya know me well
There's more to me ya mind got room for
And much more than a clever verse or two
all you know about me, you ain't even knowing that
You think I give a whether or not my record sells?
You're damn right but you see that ain't the way I'm keeping
If one million people said it that make it true
You judge my music by whether or not my pocket's
Well, you
When the cow you're milking
It ain't but the job pays well, don't it?
And if you're lucky you can get to taste a drop
see who's happy when you're old but you're not grown
You see me? Now, yeah, you'll see me too
Fucking you up when the point change, don't it?
I what's hip, but you determine if it's hop or pop
just a man without a voice, pass the microphone
I know the diff between written rhymes and
You see, for me, it's like having sex or love
And you know by now I'm married to the pad and pen
But I'm entitled to cheat on her every now and
Will children know the hip hop history?
Will the songs you be shrouded in mystery?
Don't step to me with your stats and your date
You your neighborhood by street signs or landmarks?
I'm not talking the first record ever made
I'm 'bout the first one that ever made you
The records that I played never played me
And I can play 'em today 'cause they stay true
You know time I'm only speaking on the timeless
It makes now and then, yeah, now and then
'Cause now it's making picture perfect sense and
making picture perfect sense like it did now