Luyện nghe bài hát Liberal Arts

Once more, it has been
That in to save it
You would have to the specter again
I am to tell them the truth
their ministry of justice
But if we though
It surely be cause for war!

Ok its to get started..
want to but the forces forced me
When it can't allegory
They it for me
U-M-L-O-U-T:
That's the reason I bend vowels when I spew from the
threw and out the very grotesque few are best
Burn through
Since the of Budapest
Sitting in a room with a windowless
Concentrating; at you
Freeze frame frozen at the very
The wormhole
You know has spoken
The of a third eye so vibrant
To me, Ezekiel's Wheel was just a spare
My epithelial genetic fiber was forged in the protoplasmic in a black geyser
The explosion can as a white Iris
the absolute began, I don't know where I was
I musta just been a piece of micro
That's why I the fuck mics so much
My micro, robotic rap flow
The Carta of the entire rap world
Mayflower 2002 1
Adapt to the press of gravity is laid on my
The theory of communication cannons
Dissertation with a makeover in makeup
Light waves bend to the of bust
buckle with white knuckles, metacarpals crush
Acid reflux all your face, you fuck
Grab heart bare hands,
and spray blood
You iller me? Gimme a call:

boss,
You if I share my thoughts?
Psychotherapy is expensive, can you my costs?
In a cushioned room leather doors
Handwriting experts take a look at the I draw
graftedness, there's no space between words
Excessive cross-outs: it must be my
Rhymes that vaporize and destabilize
Pray to God, say
Six minutes Paz you're on
Lyrically is the liberty of Liberal Arts

Canibus: Consume and Create
cAnibus: analyze air intake
caNibus: The H.N.I.C narrates
canIbus: Innate Interface
caniBus: Biogenetetic obliterate
Youth on fire, You both bleed
canibuS: Micnificentlly Mc
Arts with JMT

[Vinnie Paz, AKA Ikon the Hologram]
I'm the god of war,
the resurrector of the
The carnivore, destroying you hard 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 trying to
Been dying to ask if Jedi is the real
Well let you inside my mind and you decide how it feel
I'm dying to
And to you apocalypse
I a lot beef with lots of guns and lots of clips
Fuck the head, I'm aimin right for your
Hang you from a hook then drink the blood your drips
I got the power of the lead a shotty spits
And leave you weaker than the mafia that's
With Canibus: get like psychoanalysts
Paz the fucking Hand-to-Fist-Philanthropist

What? Its fucking Paz daddy
Yeah Mind baby
(For the of the world)
baby
Let it now be
Mic
What's the fucking

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

Liberal
Mic Club the
Can-I-bus 'em
'em