Luyện nghe bài hát Food For Mic Skills

Travis been known to spit lyrical on tracks with skate kicks
Osiris had the flyest but I'm all Axion, Verbal bigspin
I Crooked your melon for not listenin',
I'm regular, you stuck in fakie position
The funny thing is I don't but I'll deflate your whole ego
Manipulate your and replace it with something uglier than
The product of Sha-nae-nae and Patrick Ewing a baby
(Damn Travis you crazy) Nah just a little
I got the planet in confusion, for the simple fact my vocabulary lacks the losin'
Contusions are placed across the bodies of any
I'll leave my mark disappear like J.D. Salinger,
As whack emcee's continue scuffin' knees,
Suckin' the dicks of A&R's just to get their platinum and cars,
keep on doin' my thing,
Broke as Gray would be with a regular voice trying to sing,
Who wanna bring it to these Crab affiliates,
Act silly and you'll get split down the middle like a gets,
I've had enough of all these menaces,
I'm for peace but you'll get deceased 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 will burn and blister you boy

We manifest through decks and prisma colored markers,
Invade space like feathers from down parka's,
We legends in our own 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 dispense don't necessarily pay the rent
Or the phone bills, you can't trade for mic skills,
But if you I'd be eating lovely, believe me.

Travis be like the influenza, flow sick,
These other rappers on some old common (SHHH),
I'm than that, and plus you always suck (YECK) quicker than that,
And H20 aqua we be thicker that, and if at
Anytime shit gets to hard to handle I'm 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 quick to hard like Charles Bronson,
out Brooklyn, knowin' that they from Wisconsin,
That's why I'm always concentratin' I'm puffin' cheeba,
We down with New York and the city of Geneva,
my residence that's where I stack my dead presidents,
And in my mind it ain't no time for irrelevance, on now
I thought you knew better, my rhymes are nines and my mouth's a berretta
But better...YET...I make you Sweat Keith,
And have your whole crew fallin' out rotten teeth.

We manifest through tape decks and colored markers,
Invade your space like feathers down parka's,
We legends in our own times and every 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 dispense necessarily pay the rent
Or the phone bills, you can't food for mic skills,
But if you I'd be eating lovely, believe me.

Who start it like us, rip a it like us,
who you jump on the stage and get retarded like us?
Who start it like us, rip a part it us,
who you jump on the stage and get retarded like us?
Who it like us, rip a part it like us,
who you know on the stage and get retarded like us?
Who it like us, rip a part it like us,
who you know jump on the stage and get retarded us?
GCH will make it regardless of the element,
From breakdancing, beats, graffiti shit, to rappin',
Who got your mama's clappin'?
Zappin' cats like the third rail, these soundin' sweet over stale 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 beat you to with black books,
Now I got your undivided, you got a mic? You better hide it,
I'm six deep with seven swords of drunk pirates
With eye patches, no and burnt eye lashes,
so they don't sleep and stay car crashes,
I'll smash your pride like a star that got his fame stolen,
you with a mic so hard I'll leave your name swollen,
Cut to the chase I'll just get to the point first, cause
You're shit is worse than Fred Durst's 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 every rhyme is 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.