Luyện nghe bài hát Liberal Arts

Once more, it has done
That in to save it
You would have to raise the again
I am going to them the truth
their ministry of justice
But if we didn't
It would surely be for war!

Ok its to get started..
Don't want to but the forced me
When it can't allegory
They it for me
U-M-L-O-U-T:
the reason I bend vowels when I spew from the mouth
Spit threw and out the grotesque few are best
Burn vests
Since the university of
Sitting in a room with a windowless
Concentrating; at you
Freeze frame frozen at the moment
The wormhole
You know Canibus has
The circumference of a eye so vibrant
To me, Ezekiel's Wheel was just a spare
My epithelial fiber was forged in the protoplasmic fires in a black geyser
The explosion can described as a Iris
When the absolute began, I don't know I was
I musta just been a piece of micro
why I the fuck love mics so much
My micro, robotic rap flow
The Magna Carta of the rap world
2002 Phase 1
Adapt to the press of is laid on my lungs
The theory of called cannons
Dissertation a makeover in camouflage makeup
waves bend to the wake of bust
Mics buckle white knuckles, metacarpals crush
Acid reflux all over face, you fuck
Grab heart with hands,
Squeeze and spray
You iller than me? Gimme a

boss,
You if I share my thoughts?
is expensive, can you share my costs?
In a cushioned room with leather
Handwriting experts take a look at the letters I
Excessive graftedness, there's no space between
Excessive it must be my nerves
Rhymes that dis-ablize and destabilize
Pray to God, say
Six Vinnie Paz you're on
Lyrically this is the liberty of Arts

Canibus: Creatine and Create
Anemometers analyze air intake
caNibus: The H.N.I.C that
canIbus: intelligent Interface
Biogenetetic Behemoth obliterate
canibUs: Youth on fire, You bleed
Micnificentlly sound Mc
Liberal Arts JMT

[Vinnie Paz, AKA the Verbal Hologram]
I'm the god of war,
the of the horror-core
The carnivore, destroying you wasn't at all
I started raw, so the haters see what could happen
I was Allah the pagans were speaking in Latin
I'm the of science and math
I'm the origin of everything you to grasp
Been dying to ask if Mind is the real
Well let you inside my mind and you decide how it feel
I'm dying to
And bring to you
I start a lot beef with of guns and lots of clips
Fuck the head, I'm aimin right for your
Hang you from a hook then the blood your body drips
I got the power of the a fucking shotty spits
And you weaker than the mafia that's Gotti-less
With get deep like psychoanalysts
Paz the fucking Hand-to-Fist-Philanthropist

What? Its fucking Vinnie Paz
Yeah Jedi baby
(For the of the world)
Canibus
Let it now be
Mic
the fucking deal?

That here in our
This is what we for
Justice, Truth and the value of a single human

Liberal
Mic Club the
hittin 'em
'em