Luyện nghe bài hát Ingredients to Time Travel

[sound of Keith Murray intro from Mary J. 'What's the 411' tape
I could 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 with criminal
Got more syllables than alphabet cereal..."
*car slams*

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

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

One]
If I had it my way, wack MC would die Friday
Makin a better day
wouldn't start your week off til Monday
One day I wrote yesterday will be tomorrow's scriptures for today
At high noon, Skwad Gods with knowledge
Holler at apostles, who squalor in despair, despisin who follow
Swallowin pride like St. while you stare... take a drink
Don't in a eyeblink I won't start my hijinks
and hijack a [Yeah right, when?]
Tomorrow night, cause off the record the treble and the bass
I chase my through the rap race
place is simply not an option in my case
Waste not want not I front not
The keeps his lyrical shotty cocked
and locked up at your temple, over
("It's all in your mind") you No. 2 the pencil
The Skwadron, Godson, who got the Bop Gun
The top gun, from the jump like
I got one, candy-coated rhymes skits I shit on when I get on
Then flip the scripts like I had 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 best crew, definite
has to be the Skwad cause I'm the
All you misrepresenters with your twelve inches need
Wake the fuck up and check out what is
("he ain't shit, you ain't shit, momma ain't shit, ain't nobody shit")
I can't see nuttin but
MC's they can get to me, then bring it
Cause once I pass the blunt to my Lieutenant we in it
For the infinite, no play
The headed Newark nigga from NJ and the Sensai
represent fully, playin bullies out for
Thinkin you'll be rappin, get tapped and say you
While I been waitin fake MC's that make they bacon
with passion, rippin up they for reaction
Practicin on rap has-beens, I'm with the Biz like Backspin
Dissin like the Jacksons
like the lips on that Fugee chick
Hard like the dicks in flicks
niggaz like a snooty bitch (trick)
I only pop a if it smells Gucci
Get the lucci hit it for months and then blunts with the hoochies
("What's the Dunn" - Tame)
You know the flavor blue cheese
on how I make crews bleed and MC's 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
God, recognize what's fake
Time to turn platinum to purple
Green yellow red white chrome