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 a silver 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 city limits hide the of the silent crowds,
so i'm striding further the silence is the only sound,
our village idiots are playing basketball volleyballs,
and shooting hoops at shabby bottle on muddy grounds,
a microcosm of the fact that is hyper-rotten,
typing in an office 'bout some tryna' make some cash,
and looking round at suits and 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 mind their own in packed establishments and feign acknowledgements of facts,
to the point where i start thinking crazy thoughts along the lines of pulling guns like columbine and shooting all those twats,
man i wish the planets crashed and left a lonely habitat peeps could actually decide what happened in their history,
but shit the sickest thing is the survivors of the crash will probably inspire me to embark upon a killing spree,
my perifory is sick of seeing of these stupid human beings shooting till the population's super high,
man i swear the planet handle all these addicts,
soon the sky will vanish darkness all man kind is paralyzed,
a sanitized and bubble existence where the hubble tracks,
the microsystems of the population living day,
and tabs on scallywags like edward scissortoungue,
in search for code words in the verses that he generates,
'cause generation is 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 scissortongue sits on it and procrastinates.

Dike]
I day dream pace and baby,
and i may seem hate didn't change me,
i rate being lazy and lay blazin,
a cloud shade spittin out little grape seeds,
so women shout if you me (heeey),
i know i rate being hateful on 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 rather shine floors,
then write shit rhymes, lie, try and my thoughts,
you can sit wise rich fucking your horse,
i've got a little bike and a 5's a draw,
this, lifes a bore and i'm tryna find peace,
highly unlikely still tryna write deep in a beehive,
we lick and find people behind me,
speak if lively

Baxter]
there aint like a 9 to 5,
to your creative urge,
the and times of jake emerged,
brightons bright lights the jake that burns,
collate the and arrive on the naked earth today,
i live life in a hazy blazed emerged and chasin a faceless skirt,
so wait turn to pray for you saviour sir,
the flames'll burn for days in your church,
my brain would if it just had the guts to,
i'd escape the world if i had the funds to,
i'm hitting undo, undo, undo,
but control z never worked the drugs do,
trust who when the fucking has become you,
bun you got the time any more,
let me fly set a to the sky from the floor,
and i'll sore from this island of and war,
and the warbling prized from the jaws,
of my confinement if died to conform,
then rise from your moore cause the kids hellbound,
piling thoughts to a twin tower meltdown,
this is how sweat sounds from a prang fist,
swimmin in a missing his atlantis,
thats coming from the head of a gremlin,
man theres too many steps and i'm descending