Luyện nghe bài hát Holocaust (Silkworm)

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

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

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

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

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

Spittin' darts on the tip of a glacier for my hideout
Rock crush or German suplex, watch spines out the side route
Forearm bash with jabs on the ave or your lab
Get stabbed in bath

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

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

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

the info, 4 4, increase your heart tempo
Scared your ass, you jumped through a window
To a hundred per a second, my mic's secret weapon
Infertiate your style to of Led Zeppelin

Britannica, Hanna Barbera, world of superest incher
Couldn't give a word on the scripture of my manner
You're just a 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, my control of your country

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

King Cobra, back back and bare foot
On the roof dusted out, waitin' for
Poppin' like Redd'n Bocker or Betty Crocker
The pop is the forty five glock popper

Control men rats that's controlled by Ben or Willis
Express privileges, blood spillage
We got more balls village
Star spangled banner, stand up
Cobra commander, stop the

Thirty shot clip, full loaded
Radar get decoded
warfare torments your head, eye's bloated
Nexus floated, poison darts

American eagle stingin' up blue Bailey
On the wine with Hennessey daily
Keep thee scaly, Israeli niggaz the clan
We the Omish that'll harness the promised land

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

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

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

For shit, lyrics always strike throughout my dungeon pit
Killer Bees must reign throughout the continent
We conquered it,

Aiyo, aiyo, the terminal, exquisite young coolie high production
Caught up in the hollow head
Ten pogo sticks, two black belts break bricks
Diet Coke with the rich

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

Tony Starks, spaceship, ran by a cellar
Only man out, through hell
Dick swingin' like shit well
it the Mighty Joe Young

Double swirl slush, Woman, sapphire shit with the pearls
It looked real nice, yo, heavy on the
Third, bag a secretary in the glaze, he eighty words
From whirl winds to pools

see, wise the earth spin
Sunny with the serpent
Who shot JJ and my bone
The same nigga ridin' the

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