Luyện nghe bài hát Holocaust (Silkworm)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

men like rats that's 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 get decoded
warfare torments your head, eye's bloated
Nexus floated, poison darts

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

Yo, yo, yo, you can't escape the Dr. of Doom
My lyrics bloom on bafoons and take like witches brooms
That moon on all you dumb, dumbs
Watch your filthy away like soap scum

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

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

For talkin' shit, always strike throughout my dungeon pit
Killer must reign supreme throughout the continent
We it, motherfuckers

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

I'm married to rap
We've been for twelve years
bite Holyfield ear
We love the sport, look out window
Now see, pull up to say, be amazed me

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

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

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

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