Luyện nghe bài hát High IQ

* the unreleased 1994 of "Soul on Ice"

(Scientist
"Say, what do you suppose is the most part of the body?
Some people say the feet, we all have to walk.
say the eyes, because we all have to see.
Some say the heart...[voice distorted]")

(you got emcees, you got entertainers,
and you got lyricists, one are you?)

yourself...impact...
crack...BOOM...
motherfuckers,
my molecular
is that of an
coming out a white bitch
On some shit wig-splittin'
Got niggas' heads faster
than nerds at a calculus
Beyond
I my mental
instrumentals
and it as detrimental
to a
as Tuskegee with syphilis
the fundemental
the phonics of yesteryear
pioneers buried in sediment plates
trying to alphabetics
It took two weeks to estimate the way the old emcee's said it
I break the elements
of a mic cable
a periodical table
Subject matter, (1) production (2), (3)
the collection of all three
theoretically,
E = emcee
But there's a born every minute, it appears
1,440 a day,
525,600 redundant a year
(complex concepts)
And I'm as protons,
niggas won't comprehend
So Bone, I'm bad to the chromosome
All 46 that in each somatic cell
raise more hell
than Darryl, Jones, Rusty, or
my mind
and turn fat to muscle
I come every angle
90 degrees in diameter
The Hemis
Isolating
under
I (Jacob's Coil???)
Let your lens
osmosis,
just next to me
I thought you (I thought you knew)
I'm the B-boy
"with the IQ"