Luyện nghe bài hát Holocaust (Silkworm)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Got Oscar nominee, MC's stuck to my
Drastic, indescribable pain, I bars
While, Bobby's throwin' razor CD's like Ninja
Chick, chick, chick, chh

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

Release the info, 4 4, increase your tempo
Scared your ass, you jumped through a closed
To a beats per a second, my mic's secret weapon
Infertiate your style to that of Led

Encyclopedia Britannica, Hanna Barbera, world of incher
Couldn't a proper word on the scripture of my manner
You're just a flicker to my inferno, we burn for
delight popcorn, we poppin' every curnel

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

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

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

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

Thirty shot banana clip, loaded
scanners get decoded
Digital torments your head, eye's bloated
Nexus floated, poison quoted

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

Yo, yo, yo, you escape from the Dr. of Doom
My lyrics bloom on bafoons and take flight like brooms
full moon on all you dumb, dumbs
Watch your filthy rise like soap scum

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

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

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

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

I'm married to rap
We've engaged for twelve years
bite Holyfield ear
We the sport, look out your window
Now see, up to say, y'all be amazed me

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

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 to whirl pools

Openly see, wise the spin
Sunny dance with the
Who JJ and it's my bone
The same nigga the train

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