Luyện nghe bài hát Famous Last Words

is the key
Did I get crossed absolutely,
Everybody's in a little piece of themselves, we're sweating though.
Fountain of like isabelles and jesabelles, no wedding bells, queen elizabeth.

Holy motherfucker smack your gauntlet a labyrinth.
Escher crustified seen through walls hand carved
make a madman out of god's gifts.
X marks something magnificent if it's to be,

And I'm meaning daddy kev, welcome to my odditorium.
Let's make molehills of insecticide dreams are made of in and about
With all limbs dancing as one it's a and you're invited, who's sweating?
Wake the waves we throwing tantrums who's this jathan vs the spicegirls

Ideas thrown at random time is to and I'm an archangel.
every cliche I've ever thrown where's the diss in that?
I'm dissing languages, the point? everyone is called out.
Numbers in everything, decode my dick, I ain't tripping this is my stadium.

Another of gab I suppose everyone oughtta change their clothes
Oh these girls are angels apparently god in seattle.
Jathan is the ceo in a desk of air, salute the aliens before melt omega6.
I've sacrificed to a volcano check it out,

I'm a big word moments of genius.
Imagine my eyes burning every I'm reading this,
If meant to cry, and I guess all people are meant to die.
What is it you're looking at? there's a hole in my chest it heartache.

a ventriloquist, antagonist, wanna be soothsayer, rhymesayer, so the irony is whatever.
Oh look I slit my wrists so I'm supposed to be a lantern landing in abandoning all my human traits.
all in bondage, bon voyage we keep it in accompaniment,

Suggest professionalism, throw up w's ask questions.
This is a what you've abandoned your god, where we all godforsaken
In a makeshift workshop all alone,
We in a makeshift writer's all by myself.

Where are my planets we are all planets in clothes
Walking in where's the irony in that?
This is my office who are you at?
Drink your shit, take that smart shit elsewhere.

I'm practicing being dumb, tempt me. I can take off my shirt,
Black and yellow that shit is dead.
Sole is my that makes this the farewell slash entrance
never before so do whatever.

Everyone is on the floor this is a stickup you're being for your innocence,
So rob you blind for what that's worth.
I love my mother and dreadlocks it's over, take your picture leave me alone,
isn't even me.

Paint tim naked, read it and weep.
Wipe thought off your face I'm on an ego trip.
So where's my trophy who wins humanity 1999 1200 hobos those make sense.
We up a percentage a defense brainwashing pestilence.

It's all about advertising, can I rent space in mind?
It's all about merchandising I'm so underground I wake up at 7:30 and I still ain't dead.
all about if I don't come down up off of this irony coming off hard,
One thousand ideas of sympathy. let's dance, sex symbol time for ambush.

Eight twilights in a frame, all on portland, maine m.e.
This is my god and you're all shareholders.
hands, can I get an om, or a loan?
I'll pay you back over my body resurrected, still torn and stillborn,

I'm still adding names next time it be more like "dear society."
I'm a live poet still fermenting and ending any explanation on an
We call hiphop and I think the greatest waste of time ever shat.
Where's my sarcasm, it's actually sincerity I rap it's what I do.

All hip-hop is I listen to when I know what I'm not talking about.
Or insinuating everything I write is a diss song,
This time I'm about the things I can't change.
We'll always be and pointing fingers

When in the end we should have been skyscrapers. this is my planet,
I'll have my people talk to your people I'm not weird and bored
So let's be important while we're writing hand gestures me some oceans.
We're orphans and organs in a in a porn like carousel

This is a springboard.
An idealistic "isn't it worth the it took to step off?"
Someday this will be an society.
I'm doing this in of never getting crossed out, so where's my dotted line?

I forgot my lines and I'm running out of steam. so me here to die for a minute.