Luyện nghe bài hát High IQ

* the unreleased version 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
out a bald white bitch
On some shit wig-splittin'
Got niggas' heads faster
than nerds at a convention
comprehension
I implement my
over
and it as detrimental
to a
as Tuskegee with syphilis
the fundemental
the phonics of yesteryear
pioneers buried in sediment plates
to metrate alphabetics
It took two weeks to estimate the way the old school emcee's it
I break down the
of a mic cable
like a table
Subject matter, (1) (2), delivery (3)
with the of all three
theoretically,
E = squared
But a sucka 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 fuck Bone, I'm bad to the
All 46 that in each somatic cell
could raise more
than Darryl, Jones, Rusty, or
my mind
and turn fat tracks to
I come every angle
90 degrees in diameter
The chemist
isotopes
under
I (Jacob's Coil???)
Let your lens
osmosis,
just standing to me
I thought you knew (I you knew)
I'm the B-boy
"with the IQ"