Luyện nghe bài hát Famous Last Words

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

Holy motherfucker smack gauntlet into a labyrinth.
Escher seen through walls hand carved puppets
Don't make a madman out of gifts.
X marks magnificent if it's meant to be,

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

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

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

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

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

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

Where are my planets we are all in plain clothes
Walking in line the irony in that?
is my office who are you yelling 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 epitath that makes the farewell slash entrance
never before so do whatever.

Everyone is on the this is a stickup you're being raped 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,
This isn't me.

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

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

Eight in a frame, all eyes on portland, maine m.e.
is my god complex and you're all shareholders.
Hold hands, can I get an om, or a
I'll pay you over my dead body resurrected, still torn and stillborn,

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

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

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

This is a springboard.
An "isn't it worth the time it took to step off?"
this will be an ancient society.
I'm doing this in hopes of getting crossed out, so where's my dotted line?

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