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 Axion, Verbal bigspin
I Crooked grind your for not listenin',
I'm beyond regular, you stuck in position
The funny thing is I don't skate but I'll your whole ego
Manipulate your face and replace it something uglier than
The of Sha-nae-nae and Patrick Ewing havin' a baby
(Damn Travis you crazy) Nah just a 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 then disappear like J.D. Salinger,
As whack emcee's scuffin' their knees,
Suckin' the dicks of A&R's to get their platinum chains and cars,
I'ma keep on my thing,
Broke as Macy Gray be with a regular voice trying to sing,
Who bring it to these Crab Apple affiliates,
Act and you'll 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 come identify the dental of a kid offended mine,
you ain't a friend of so I suggest you call me Mr. McCoy
Hot will burn and blister you boy

We manifest through decks and prisma colored markers,
Invade your space like feathers 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, your mouth dispense don't necessarily pay the rent
Or the phone bills, you trade food for mic skills,
But if you could I'd be lovely, believe me.

Travis be like the influenza, flow sick,
These other on some old common cold (SHHH),
I'm sicker that, and plus you always 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,
and all like Bruce Cambell,
Steppin' out the darkness an army of creeps,
Caffeine allowin' Travis to get no sleep,
cat's speak soft, and quick to front hard like Charles Bronson,
Shoutin' out Brooklyn, knowin' that they Wisconsin,
That's why I'm always concentratin' I'm puffin' cheeba,
We down New York State and the city of Geneva,
G-Town's my residence that's I stack my dead presidents,
And in my it ain't no time for irrelevance, come on now
I thought you knew better, my rhymes are nines and my mouth's a berretta
But better...YET...I make you like Keith,
And have your whole crew out like rotten teeth.

We manifest through tape decks and prisma markers,
Invade space like feathers from down 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,
Cause in a sense, 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.

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 jump on the and get retarded like us?
Who start it like us, rip a 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 on the stage and get retarded like us?
GCH will it happen regardless of the element,
From breakdancing, beats, shit, to straight rappin',
Who got your mama's clappin'?
Zappin' cats the third rail, these rappers soundin' sweet over stale ass beats,
Come on get serious, you're making me furious with these clich's and whack hooks
Oh you ain't me? I'll beat you to death with black books,
Now that I got your undivided, you got a mic? You better it,
I'm creepin' six with seven swords of drunk pirates
With eye patches, no and burnt eye lashes,
so they don't sleep and dodgin' car crashes,
I'll smash your pride like a star just 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 first, cause frankly
You're shit is than Fred Durst's best verse,
AND(AND)IT'S(IT'S)LIKE(LIKE)THAT(THAT)

We manifest through decks and prisma colored 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 we're innocence,
Cause in a sense, everything your mouth dispense don't necessarily pay the
Or the bills, you can't trade food for mic skills,
But if you could I'd be lovely, believe me.