Luyện nghe bài hát Food For Mic Skills

Travis known to spit lyrical backflips on tracks with skate kicks
had the flyest but I'm all about Axion, Verbal bigspin
I Crooked grind melon for not listenin',
I'm beyond regular, you in fakie position
The funny thing is I don't skate but I'll your whole ego
Manipulate your face and replace it with something uglier
The product of Sha-nae-nae and Patrick havin' 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'
are placed across the bodies of any challengers
I'll leave my then disappear like J.D. Salinger,
As whack emcee's continue 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 it to these Crab Apple affiliates,
Act silly and you'll get down the middle like a Philly gets,
I've had enough of all these menaces,
I'm for peace but you'll get quickly with violent sentences,
The only witnesses will be later notified to come identify the records of a kid offended mine,
you ain't a friend of so I suggest you call me Mr. McCoy
Hot shit will 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 times and every rhyme is proof,
We forty's from the fountain of youth,
And when we done we're innocence,
Cause in a sense, everything 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 eating lovely, me.

McCoy be like the influenza, flow sick,
These other on some old common cold (SHHH),
I'm sicker than that, and plus you always suck (YECK) quicker that,
And H20 we be thicker than that, and if at
Anytime gets to hard to handle I'm going out raw,
Chainsaw and all like Cambell,
Steppin' out the darkness an army of creeps,
Caffeine ain't Travis to get no sleep,
Cause cat's speak soft, and quick to front 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,
G-Town's my residence where 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 and my mouth's a lyrical berretta
But better...YET...I make you like Keith,
And have whole crew fallin' out like rotten teeth.

We through tape 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 the fountain of youth,
And when we we're pissin' innocence,
in a sense, everything your mouth dispense don't 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 it like 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 part it 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 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 regardless of the element,
breakdancing, beats, graffiti shit, to straight rappin',
Who got your hands clappin'?
Zappin' cats like the third rail, rappers soundin' sweet over stale ass beats,
Come on get serious, you're making me furious with these lame and whack hooks
Oh you ain't feelin' me? I'll beat you to with black books,
Now that I got your undivided, you got a You better hide it,
I'm creepin' six deep with seven swords of drunk
eye patches, no teeth 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 point first, frankly
shit is worse than Fred Durst's best verse,
AND(AND)IT'S(IT'S)LIKE(LIKE)THAT(THAT)

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