Luyện nghe bài hát Ingredients to Time Travel

[sound of Keith Murray intro from J. Blige '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 is Mary J. Blige)]
"My subliminals, mixed with criminal
Got more mily syllables than cereal..."
door slams*

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

"You know who the 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)

One]
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 scriptures for today
At noon, Boom Skwad Gods with knowledge
Holler at apostles, who squalor in despair, those who follow
Swallowin pride like St. Ide's you stare... take a drink
Don't in a eyeblink I won't start my hijinks
and hijack a flight right, when?]
Tomorrow night, cause off the record the treble and the bass
I my lyrics through the rap race
Last place is simply not an option in my
Waste not not because I front not
The Notty his lyrical shotty cocked
and up at your temple, over instrumentals
("It's all in mind") you No. 2 like the pencil
The Skwadron, Godson, who got the Bop Gun
The top gun, the jump like Datsun
I got one, candy-coated rote rhymes skits I shit on I get on
Then flip the scripts I had Zips on
It's on electrical, my symmetrical
keeps my competition ridin on my testicles
("he ain't shit, you ain't shit, nobody shit")
You to the rescue, let me you
Who the best crew, most
has to be the Skwad I'm the President
All you misrepresenters with your inches need pinches
Wake the fuck up and out what this is
("he ain't shit, you ain't shit, momma ain't shit, ain't nobody shit")
I can't see but victories
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 bullies out for
Thinkin you'll be rappin, get tapped and say you
While I been waitin hatin fake that make they bacon
with passion, rippin up stickers for reaction
on rap has-beens, I'm down with the Biz like Backspin
Dissin Mikes like the
like the lips on that Fugee chick
Hard like the in booty flicks
niggaz like a snooty bitch (trick)
I only pop a coochie if it smells
Get the lucci hit it for months and then smoke with the hoochies
("What's the Dunn" - Tame)
You the flavor like blue cheese
on how I crews bleed and school 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, what's the hot
Rhino, Tame, Boom Skwad, Hidden
INI, Reflections, check the
Aight God, recognize fake
Time to platinum to purple chrome
Green yellow red white chrome