Luyện nghe bài hát Food For Mic Skills

Travis been 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 stuck in fakie
The funny thing is I don't skate but deflate your whole ego
Manipulate your face and replace it with something uglier
The product of Sha-nae-nae and Patrick Ewing havin' a
(Damn Travis you crazy) Nah just a misunderstood
I got the planet in confusion, for the simple fact my vocabulary lacks the losin'
Contusions are placed across the bodies of any
leave my mark then disappear like J.D. Salinger,
As emcee's continue scuffin' their knees,
Suckin' the dicks of A&R's just to get platinum chains and cars,
I'ma on doin' my thing,
Broke as Macy Gray would be with a regular voice to sing,
Who wanna bring it to these Apple affiliates,
Act and you'll get split down the middle like a Philly gets,
I've had enough of all these menaces,
I'm for peace but you'll get quickly deceased violent sentences,
The only witnesses will be later notified to come identify the dental of a kid offended mine,
you a friend of mine so I suggest you call me Mr. McCoy
Hot shit will and blister you boy

We through tape decks and prisma colored markers,
Invade your space like from 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 done we're innocence,
in a sense, everything 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.

McCoy be like the influenza, flow sick,
These other 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 shit gets to to handle I'm going out raw,
Chainsaw and all like Cambell,
out the darkness with 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 from Wisconsin,
That's why I'm always concentratin' when I'm cheeba,
We with New York State and the city of Geneva,
my residence that's 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 are nines and my mouth's a lyrical berretta
But better...YET...I make you like Keith,
And have your whole crew fallin' out like teeth.

We manifest through tape decks and colored markers,
Invade space like feathers from down parka's,
We legends in our own times and every rhyme is proof,
We drinkin' from 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 eating lovely, me.

Who it like us, rip a part it like 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 jump on the stage and get 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 part it us,
who you know on the stage and get retarded like us?
GCH will make it happen of the element,
From breakdancing, beats, shit, to straight rappin',
Who got your mama's hands
cats like the third rail, these rappers soundin' sweet over stale ass beats,
Come on get serious, you're me furious with these lame clich's 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 seven swords of drunk pirates
eye patches, no teeth and burnt eye lashes,
so they don't sleep and stay 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 just get to the point first, cause frankly
You're shit is worse than Fred best verse,
AND(AND)IT'S(IT'S)LIKE(LIKE)THAT(THAT)

We through tape decks and prisma colored markers,
your 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 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 eating lovely, me.