Luyện nghe bài hát Food For Mic Skills

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

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

Travis McCoy be like the influenza, sick,
These rappers on some old common cold (SHHH),
I'm sicker than that, and plus you suck (YECK) quicker than that,
And H20 aqua we be than that, and if at
Anytime gets to hard to handle I'm going out raw,
Chainsaw and all Bruce Cambell,
Steppin' out the darkness an army of creeps,
ain't allowin' Travis to get no sleep,
Cause cat's speak soft, and to front hard like Charles Bronson,
Shoutin' out Brooklyn, knowin' that from Wisconsin,
That's why I'm always concentratin' when I'm cheeba,
We down New York State and the city of Geneva,
G-Town's my residence where I stack my dead presidents,
And in my mind it ain't no for irrelevance, come on now
I thought you knew better, my rhymes are and my mouth's a lyrical berretta
But better...YET...I make you Sweat Keith,
And have your whole crew fallin' out like teeth.

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

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

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