Luyện nghe bài hát Food For Mic Skills

Travis been known to spit lyrical backflips on with skate kicks
Osiris had the flyest but I'm all about Axion, Verbal
I Crooked your melon for not listenin',
I'm beyond regular, you stuck in position
The funny thing is I skate but I'll deflate your whole ego
your face and replace it with something uglier than
The of Sha-nae-nae and Patrick Ewing havin' a baby
(Damn you crazy) Nah just a little misunderstood
I got the planet in confusion, for the simple fact my lacks the word losin'
Contusions are placed across the of any challengers
I'll leave my mark then disappear J.D. Salinger,
As whack continue scuffin' their knees,
Suckin' the dicks of A&R's to get their platinum chains and cars,
keep on doin' my thing,
Broke as Macy would be with a regular voice trying to sing,
Who wanna bring it to Crab Apple affiliates,
Act silly and you'll get split down the middle like a gets,
had enough of all these silent menaces,
I'm for peace but you'll get quickly deceased with sentences,
The only witnesses will be notified to come identify the dental records of a kid offended mine,
you ain't a of mine so I suggest you call me Mr. McCoy
Hot shit will and blister you boy

We manifest through tape decks and colored markers,
Invade your space like feathers from parka's,
We legends in our own times and every is living proof,
We drinkin' forty's the fountain of youth,
And we done we're pissin' innocence,
in a sense, everything your mouth dispense don't necessarily pay the rent
Or the phone bills, you trade food for mic skills,
But if you I'd be eating lovely, believe me.

McCoy be like the influenza, flow sick,
These rappers on some old common cold (SHHH),
I'm than that, and plus you always suck (YECK) quicker than that,
And H20 we be thicker than that, and if at
Anytime shit to hard to handle I'm going out raw,
Chainsaw and all Bruce Cambell,
out the darkness with an army of creeps,
Caffeine allowin' Travis to get no sleep,
Cause cat's speak soft, and quick to front hard like Bronson,
out Brooklyn, knowin' that they from Wisconsin,
That's why I'm always when I'm puffin' cheeba,
We down with New York and the city of Geneva,
G-Town's my that's where I stack my dead presidents,
And in my mind it no time for irrelevance, come on now
I thought you better, my rhymes are nines and my mouth's a lyrical berretta
But better...YET...I you Sweat like Keith,
And have your whole crew out like rotten teeth.

We manifest through tape decks and prisma markers,
your space like feathers from down parka's,
We legends in our own times and rhyme is living proof,
We forty's from the fountain of youth,
And when we we're pissin' innocence,
Cause in a sense, everything your mouth don't necessarily pay the rent
Or the phone bills, you trade food for mic skills,
But if you I'd be eating lovely, believe me.

Who it like us, rip a part it like us,
who you know jump on the stage and get retarded us?
Who start it like us, rip a part it us,
who you know jump on the stage and get retarded us?
Who start it us, rip a part it like us,
who you know on the stage and get retarded like us?
Who start it like us, rip a it like us,
who you know jump on the stage and get like us?
GCH will make it happen of the element,
From breakdancing, beats, graffiti shit, to rappin',
Who got your mama's clappin'?
Zappin' like the third rail, these rappers soundin' sweet over stale ass beats,
Come on get serious, you're making me furious with these lame clich's and hooks
Oh you ain't feelin' me? I'll beat you to death black books,
Now I got your undivided, you got a mic? You better hide it,
I'm creepin' six deep with seven swords of pirates
With eye patches, no teeth and eye lashes,
so don't sleep and stay dodgin' car crashes,
I'll your pride like a star that just got his fame stolen,
you with a mic so hard I'll leave your name swollen,
Cut to the chase I'll get to the point first, cause frankly
You're is worse than Fred Durst's best verse,
AND(AND)IT'S(IT'S)LIKE(LIKE)THAT(THAT)

We manifest tape decks and prisma colored markers,
Invade your space like from down parka's,
We legends in our own times and rhyme is living proof,
We drinkin' from the fountain of youth,
And when we we're pissin' innocence,
Cause in a sense, everything your dispense don't necessarily pay the rent
Or the phone bills, you can't food for mic skills,
But if you could I'd be eating lovely, me.