Luyện nghe bài hát For Fucks Sake

[Ed
i've to fathom all the ways in which the world is backwards,
and tackle the madness with a hammer smash it out,
but the trouble is that my discoveries are so and ugly,
that i sprint away faster then the of sound,
outer limits hide the secrets of the silent crowds,
so i'm striding till the silence is the only sound,
our village idiots are playing with volleyballs,
and shooting hoops at shabby bottle crates on grounds,
a microcosm of the fact that is hyper-rotten,
in an office 'bout some bullshit tryna' make some cash,
and looking round at and ties at peeps resigned to spending every living day living like rats and burning atlas maps,
and i fucking hate the fact that people sit and their own in packed establishments and feign acknowledgements of swapping facts,
to the point where i start thinking crazy along the lines of pulling guns like columbine and shooting all those fucking twats,
man i wish the planets and left a lonely habitat where peeps could actually decide what happened in their history,
but the sickest thing is the survivors of the crash will probably inspire me to still embark upon a killing spree,
my is sick of seeing of these stupid human beings shooting semen till the population's super high,
man i the planet cannot handle all these addicts,
soon the sky will vanish into all man kind is paralyzed,
a sanitized and bubble existence where the hubble tracks,
the microsystems of the population every day,
and keeping tabs on scallywags edward scissortoungue,
in search for code words in the verses that he generates,
generation is glued to the television for days,
a marathon of that i can not translate,
my giant alive in flames,
my microphone describes the ways that Mr edward scissortongue on it and procrastinates.

Dike]
I day dream and escapism baby,
and maybe i may seem didn't change me,
i being lazy and lay about blazin,
a cloud shade spittin out little grape seeds,
so women shout if you me (heeey),
i know i rate hateful on tapes to the ladies,
but i'm and i can't really change if you paid me,
dance in the shame till i'm 80,
man fuck it i'd shine some floors,
then write rhymes, lie, try and hide my thoughts,
you can sit wise rich fucking ride horse,
got a shit little bike and a 5's a draw,
this, a bore and i'm still tryna find peace,
unlikely still tryna write deep lines in a beehive,
we lick and find sweet people me,
if your lively

[Jam
there aint nuttin a 9 to 5,
to merc your urge,
the life and of jake emerged,
when bright lights the jake that burns,
collate the and arrive on the naked earth today,
i life in a hazy blur blazed emerged and chasin a faceless skirt,
so wait your turn to for you saviour sir,
the flames'll burn for in your paper church,
my brain burst if it just had the guts to,
i'd escape the if i just had the funds to,
i'm stuck undo, undo, undo,
but control z never worked like the do,
trust who when the fucking has become you,
bun you haven't got the any more,
let me fly set a course to the sky the floor,
and sore from this island of violence and war,
and the sirens prized from the jaws,
of my confinement if died to conform,
then rise from moore cause the kids cower hellbound,
your thoughts to a twin tower meltdown,
this is how sweat sounds dripping from a fist,
in a sandpit missing his atlantis,
thats rich coming the head of a gremlin,
man theres too many and i'm ever descending