Luyện nghe bài hát Ingredients to Time Travel

[sound of Keith Murray intro from Mary J. Blige 'What's the 411'
which I swear has been set to B.I.G.'s "Who Shot Ya" based on
the sound of the beat (Artifacts assure me that this is J. Blige)]
"My subliminals, mixed criminal chemicals
Got more mily syllables than cereal..."
door slams*

Tame: I gots ta get bag of bam ba zi, fuck this!

"You who the fuck I am so get off that old bullshucks!"
--> (scratched sample)
"He ain't shit, you ain't shit, your momma shit, daddy ain't shit"
--> (scratched sample)

[Tame
If I had it my way, every MC would die Friday
Makin Saturday a day
wouldn't start your week off til Monday
One day tunes I wrote yesterday will be tomorrow's for today
At high noon, Boom Skwad Gods knowledge
Holler at apostles, who squalor in despair, despisin who follow
Swallowin pride St. Ide's while you stare... take a drink
Don't think in a eyeblink I won't my hijinks
and hijack a flight [Yeah right,
Tomorrow night, cause off the record with the treble and the
I my lyrics through the rap race
Last is simply not an option in my case
Waste not want not because I not
The keeps his lyrical shotty cocked
and locked up at your temple, over
("It's all in mind") you No. 2 like the pencil
The Skwadron, Godson, who got the Bop Gun
The top gun, from the jump like
I got one, candy-coated rote rhymes skits I on when I get on
flip the scripts like I had Zips on
It's on like electrical, my
alphabetic keeps my competition ridin on my
("he ain't shit, you ain't shit, nobody shit")
You to the rescue, let me you
Who the crew, most definite
has to be the Skwad cause I'm the
All you misrepresenters with your inches need pinches
the fuck up and check out what this is
("he shit, you ain't shit, your momma ain't shit, ain't nobody shit")
I can't see nuttin but
think they can get to me, then bring it
Cause I pass the blunt to my Lieutenant then we in it
For the infinite, no play
The headed Newark nigga from NJ and the Sensai
represent fully, playin out for yappin
Thinkin be rappin, get tapped and say you scrappin
While I been waitin hatin fake MC's that make they
with passion, up they stickers for reaction
Practicin on rap has-beens, I'm with the Biz like Backspin
Dissin like the Jacksons
Thick like the on that Fugee chick
Hard the dicks in booty flicks
Dissin niggaz like a bitch (trick)
I only pop a if it smells Gucci
Get the hit it for months and then smoke blunts with the hoochies
("What's the Dunn" - Tame)
You know the flavor like blue
on how I make crews bleed and school who try to do me

("He shit, you ain't... ahh motherfucker")
"Do me baby, do me baby"
("he ain't shit, you shit...")
"bom ba zi, it over motherfuckers"
("He ain't shit, you shit")

Rhino CMZ

75% water, H2O, PE, alcohol, oil
Dependin on temperature, the hot shit?
Rhino, Tame, Skwad, Hidden Descent
INI, Reflections, the Twins
Aight God, recognize what's
Time to turn to purple chrome
purple yellow red white chrome