Luyện nghe bài hát Holocaust (Silkworm)

Digital, Bobby Digital, Wu Tang, Killer
It's all about Bobby, I'm in your galaxy

You fallin' down a endless tunnel of reality
Grahically, my Killer Bee family stings the
Insanity, titanium stomach, Guinness
My is solid stone despite my outer appearance

Still deceases kill viruses, planets and racial
Made MC's sprout tumors so bad, lost features
Waste your peoples, left out in the rain, fountains of
Eighty shots to the mouth and the brain, my name

Holocaust, black man, loose veins, with thorns
Back you so hard, all your seeds will be formed deformed
Swarm dorms, sting birds, fling verbs mean curbs
Strike three, flee, I infect 'em with green germs, ringworm

'Cuz I'm and guilty, dastardly, mastery
My felony melody has to be a bastards
graftin' me, chump ass niggaz eyein' me, temp me
I'll break it simply, I'm empty

Spittin' on the tip of a glacier used for my hideout
Rock crush or German suplex, watch spines slide out the side
Forearm with twenty jabs on the ave or your lab
Get in bloody bath

While, I'm sippin' herbal teas, bees plant fertile seeds
Bitches leave broke backs, swollen palms and purple knees
Circle thieves like vultures in deserts on a cactus

Got Oscar nominee, MC's to my hatchet
Drastic, pain, I injure bars
While, Bobby's throwin' razor CD's Ninja Stars
Chick, chick, chick, chh

Yo, yo, dropped a manhole, yo
I rap ammo, blows out candle, check, yo
down a manhole, I rap ammo
Blows out your candle, Wu Tang tagged up
On your by Jandel

Release the info, 4 4, increase your tempo
Scared your ass, you jumped through a window
To a hundred beats per a second, my secret weapon
Infertiate your to that of Led Zeppelin

Encyclopedia Britannica, Hanna Barbera, world of superest
give a proper word on the scripture of my manner
You're a flicker to my inferno, we burn for eternal
MC's delight popcorn, we poppin' curnel

Jot us in your journal, we hot like a
Nuclear explosion, under my control of country

My technique, he vocabulary
for state, my divine is like Dante's Peak
At most, you'll be trapped off in
Get smacked in the back of your neck with the black

Cobra, back blew back and bare foot
On the roof out, waitin' for carriers
Poppin' like Orville Bocker or Betty Crocker
The pop secret is the forty five popper

Control men like rats controlled by Ben or Willis
American privileges, blood spillage
We got more balls then
Star banner, soldier stand up
Cobra commander, the propaganda

Thirty banana clip, full loaded
Radar scanners get
Digital warfare torments head, eye's bloated
Nexus floated, poison quoted

American stingin' up blue Beetle Bailey
On the wine mixed Hennessey daily
Keep scaly, Israeli niggaz from the clan
We bide the Omish that'll the promised land

Yo, yo, yo, you can't from the Dr. of Doom
My lyrics on bafoons and take flight like witches brooms
full moon on all you dumb, dumbs
Watch your filthy rise away like scum

The swingin' flamin' swords just like a shogun
Of the darkness, my scriptures cause arches like archmen
My Killer Bee remains accurate like a marksman
So, tape with caution, we attack Black Martians

Corner of the market, by usin' digital
Reefer sparks my acid battery, y'all, niggaz me
With all tough talk, I drop bombs like Mookie Blaylock
From the or the inside, create intense rides
When my pen glides, all MC's will get they flied

For talkin' shit, lyrics always throughout my dungeon pit
Bees must reign supreme throughout the continent
We conquered it,

Aiyo, aiyo, the terminal, exquisite young coolie high production
up in the hollow head suction
Ten pogo sticks, two black belts that bricks
Diet Coke meetin's with the

I'm faithfully to rap
been engaged for twelve years
Tyson bite ear
We love the sport, look out your
Now see, pull up to say, be amazed me

Tony Starks, spaceship, ran by a cellar
Only man out, walked through
swingin' like shit went well
Call it the Joe Young

swirl slush, Wonder Woman, sapphire shit with the pearls
It looked nice, yo, heavy on the gravy
Third, bag a secretary in the glaze, he tagged eighty
whirl winds to whirl pools

Openly see, wise the spin
Sunny dance the serpent
Who shot JJ and it's my
The same nigga ridin' the

Same nigga his name on the jacket
to chaseable, inhaled the bad bag of that Jason
Fell out in the basement, straight up and down, y'all
Digital, Bobby Digital,