Luyện nghe bài hát Food For Mic Skills

Travis been known to spit lyrical backflips on tracks skate kicks
Osiris had the flyest but I'm all about Axion, bigspin
I grind your melon for not listenin',
I'm regular, you stuck in fakie position
The funny thing is I don't skate but I'll deflate whole ego
Manipulate face 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 across the bodies of any challengers
I'll leave my mark then like J.D. Salinger,
As emcee's continue scuffin' their knees,
the dicks of A&R's just to get their platinum chains and cars,
I'ma on doin' my thing,
Broke as Macy Gray would be a regular voice trying to sing,
Who wanna bring it to these Crab affiliates,
Act silly and get split down the middle like a Philly gets,
I've had enough of all silent menaces,
I'm for peace but you'll get deceased with violent sentences,
The only witnesses will be later notified to 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 burn and blister you boy

We manifest through tape decks and prisma markers,
Invade your space like feathers down parka's,
We legends in our own times and every is living proof,
We drinkin' forty's from the of youth,
And when we done pissin' innocence,
Cause in a sense, your mouth 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.

McCoy be like the influenza, flow sick,
These other rappers on old common cold (SHHH),
I'm sicker that, and plus you always suck (YECK) quicker than that,
And H20 we be thicker than that, and if at
shit 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 when I'm puffin' cheeba,
We down with New York and the city of Geneva,
G-Town's my residence that's where I 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 crew fallin' out like rotten teeth.

We manifest tape decks and prisma colored markers,
Invade your space like feathers from parka's,
We legends in our own times and every is living proof,
We drinkin' 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 can't trade for mic skills,
But if you could I'd be lovely, believe me.

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

We manifest through tape decks and prisma markers,
Invade your space like feathers down parka's,
We in our own times and every rhyme is living proof,
We drinkin' forty's from the of youth,
And when we done 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 eating lovely, me.