Luyện nghe bài hát Inherit The World

Rappers came with their styles and I left their heads
Their became victim of the body snatchin' dread
The is now mine, the world belongs to me
I carefully planned the of all wack MC's

Now innocents must for my slaughter
My style inherit the world, just like water
Cover it like sauce, think who lost
Niggaz minds was the for the MC holocaust

I'll be the first to admit, I'm on some next
Two rappers up and left bullemic and anorexic
I told I'd conquer and bomb shit

Now I stand alone and care of my continents
A&R's used to ignore me, realized I was
Now it's no one left here to write my life
five rappers shelled like pearls
Hit by genocide, I the world

Humanity gets crushed, with a that's hard
Crews crumble up, under God
Humanity gets crushed, with a style hard
Crews up, under pressure God

Humanity gets crushed, with a style hard
Crews crumble up, pressure God
Humanity gets crushed, with a style hard
crumble up, under pressure God

I came alone, draggin' bags of
Slit my own wrists, and out microphones
me the MC who lives forever
Rainin' hemlock on niggaz, yes, the God of the

The end of time as you know it a shotty
In the simple game of tag, I touched everybody
Man's creation like the bomb
Just exist in form, then I'm leavin' town tomorrow

If I hadn't done it, the wouldn't be clean
Now I rhymes, work on my time machine
shall breathe or be conceived
They shoulda known, now it's on and the world's on it's

I feel relieved, free from directions
Now I my reflection, ask rhetorical questions
My actions, might make mortals earl
I won't that problem, I inherited the world

Humanity crushed, with a style that's hard
Crews up, under pressure God
Humanity crushed, with a style that's hard
crumble up, under pressure God

Humanity gets crushed, with a style hard
Crews crumble up, pressure God
Humanity gets crushed, a style that's hard
Crews up, under pressure God

Now put thought to the one
'Cause now I got mad to think about what I done
It's too quiet here, I'm losin' my
I'm actually alone and I'm startin' to see

No more hip hop, was I thinkin' of?
No more fat and no family to love
No incidents black people tighter
No more real MC's doin' time in the

No shows, no more gettin' biz
I fantasize and hear voices sayin' "Yo that was fat kid"
Nothin' to forward to day after day
So why write rhymes, who's hear what I have to say?

And if I do, who's appreciate it?
Humanity terminated, I'm alone and I it
I lost it all, my crew and my
All because I had to inherit the

Humanity gets crushed, with a style that's
crumble up, under pressure God
Humanity crushed, with a style that's hard
Crews up, under pressure God

Humanity gets crushed, with a style hard
crumble up, under pressure God
Humanity gets crushed, with a style that's
crumble up, under pressure God

Uhh, Mad Skillz, on
Peace out to everybody here
All the corpses, all the MC's