Luyện nghe bài hát Holocaust (Silkworm)

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

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

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

Holocaust, black man, loose veins, littered thorns
smack 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 melody has to be a bastards masterpiece
Stop graftin' me, chump ass niggaz me, temp me
I'll break it simply, I'm horrifyingly

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

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

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

Yo, yo, down 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 your tombstone by

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

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' every

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Corner of the market, by usin' strategies
Reefer sparks my acid battery, y'all, niggaz 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 reign supreme throughout the continent
We it, motherfuckers

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

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

Starks, spaceship, ran by a daughter's cellar
Only man out, walked hell
Dick swingin' like shit well
Call it the Joe Young

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

see, wise the earth spin
Sunny with the serpent
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,