Luyện nghe bài hát Live From the D.J. Stretch Armstrong Show

*after 2 of talking*

Yo so get the mic burned, open it up

[Black
Yes I, it out
It's like, you to the musician
Umbilicle mic, my strikes ya vision
I take you a tunnel of thought, wit no support
Now you got caught off guard, by the number one scar for the
Lyrically for feelin this, Black Thought yo the assisted
By the Mal-ik B, the symbol you remember me to be valid
Disasterous, the master just bust this, for the
Black Thought yo, I exhibit the
Styles, from the artist, boast strokes of darkness, enter the style
Severin just like apartments, ill flavor
I'm a skyscraper by
Down wit my one neighbor, Common
>From the of Illinois, you destroy when we bombin, what?
Off the top-a, the dome lyric-al Mr. Trotter
Aiyyo we lotta MC's, on the line of this ready to rhyme
So I'm just gon' set go down wit mine, rewind, it out

I persue fairs, relaxed like Dru Down's hair
Other niggas rhymes are like signs, I throw down theirs
On Knotts I Landed, players get played Hamlet
Supposedly nice, taken for like life
I write twice and singles in record pools
Niggas I'm dunkin when cops mingle, fuck hip hop jingles
Rhymin big and not sayin shit
The that you came in wit, the accent you flavor whipped
I got my nigga Tariq, I freak it in the middle of the
is weak an' and I start to speakin
Niggas start to leakin, my Derek D an'
I'm foreseein the future, funky for human
Like I was the Biz Mark, I the noise iller
Com Sense'll be the rhyme killer, I a
Little bit of juice to a MC who need a new
Got my nigga Y-Not in the spot and I like crack
I'm ready to attack, is Black
Niggas understand the and relevance to this rhyme
I Stretch a nigga all across the like I was Bobbito or Armstrong
Com's song'll keep goin, I the holdin
My flowin is to earth
The birth is through, listenin to cut old school *laughin*
?Tremblin when it came down the

Monch]
(Pharoahe) Yeah yeah (Pharoahe) yeah
(Pharoahe) yeah yo
Always beginnin em, forever them, bendin em again and again
Sendin em back, lettin em that minimum wages
Subliminally em for criminal ac-tivity
Mics I chop like Florida Seminoles wit criminal facts
And milly ac-tually I piss on promotional wax
be tight but only this, what nigga swears he's the nicest
Just because he got of the month twice
Four mic devices, the gem star blade the slices
Rip-trip-chop-chop-chop and dices,
Absolute uh, uh, Absolute uh (kill it)

Yes, rippin the
My words enlight your dome
When I'm quick to strike your home like Capone
N-Noreaga, wit The War Report, my will slaughter yours
Still waitin for the beat to come in, I'm dangerous like
Eatin bacon in of a Muslim, I'll battle you and your cousin
the beef for black attack
When I, yes to subtract the wack
When I go from to track, bouncin in the mounds and coutin
Flowin like water a fountain when I deliver
Like water from a river you shiver
That's for sore, the rippin ill-literature
Yes, but I'm to get deeper
catch a ill reflection from listenin too close to the speaker
When I reach ya, it's gettin clearer, outta the era

Thought]
It's this, we keep you open like a parachute
Took a shot of hip hop, Absolute
For my man the House of Representatives
And turn it out, aiyyo I do, that's what I'ma bout ta
Do I you a style and throw you?
For all competitors, Thought comin through the seckle 'cause
I'm the style and you inferior
Let me adjust my voice so you can hear me
Bust the, microphone
Pure skills, but it, all of a sudden
MC's just start to from the rap style
Hey yo let me rewind it out, check it out
Well it's the, deranged style that formats and forms
I like killa bees for feelin these fantasies
throw a tantrum, I sing the Fifth Anthem
Aiyyo it's like this, my song your preference
You can never attempt to reach that my level is
Thought severin competitives, off the dome top
Yo my microphone stop, my man Com drop

And halt, I guess it was my fault
I came through thick a malt, niggas tried to pour salt
But never knew the flavor, my is accented from Chicago
follow, hold the water bottle
My shit'll flowin
Now I'm showin this poetry in like a picure
Read the scripture, the first New Testament
to blessin it
The shit is like this, the beat went
I MC's the silent treatment
They tried to against me, I told em they wasn't fresh
Rappers I Crush, and Destroy like Stress
Agenda, Com Sense'll just send a-nother
Mothafucker to the bathroom, he didn't have room to on the mic
That I had, it's the nigga Com Sense, I don't need a pad
Off the dome, my shit'll roam/Rome like a
I start to speak, and niggas sound extra
Like seven days, I take ya seven whole days Tony
Never a phony, Express styles like a Pony
ya horses, Com Sense read The Sources
Toss this of shit that go straight through, I lost this
One time, it came the rap sunshine
Niggas follow me one time
Check it out nig-- my man is unsigned, ready to get it on
like this upon the mic yo I sit upon

[Pharoahe
Yo yo, it out now, one time now, Pharoahe Monch yo
not breaks at the bar, even if you a star
Wit me and my crew doll you won't go far
I the love of Allah, the laws I lay
the upper echelon of light display
Funk distributed rap pro, to facts so
Cleverly put, revolutions than a axel
The sad slow nigga smoother than Coltrane
Who can cop beats that I chop like
The effortless action wit like subtraction
Lip, stick and admit wit mo'
And all the while my beats can up
More data than X-File all added up
The educated nigga Queens, by any means
any fiends, similar to Supreme Team
But like steam I rise to the top to redeem the cream
For niggas who for hip hop
I pop glock and bla-block and chop spots
top notch cops to bust from a crotch
Positioning, what Absolute, c'mon c'mon kick the dome

The last word was so I get a vision
And makin on top of your cranium
Underground,
Crossin the Mediterranean, water to slaughter
Who catch across the border
across, the window, not a nympho
Lookin at my man, the Jedi when the lead fly
My man just a picture, so I just snapped it
Lookin at the man who got the in his back shit, the back shit
I pack shit but it's never an automatic
I'm causin static just like the opposite of
I get, throwing mad
at my man Bobbito and Stretch
I gotta the beat
I'm never come off weak 'cause is the opposite of strong
I used to the bong but now I got the Heineken
my turn to rhyme again
Don't need to be greedy, I give my old to the needy
Used to graffiti 'cause I got the burner
You might not get but you I pass it back to my man wit the head wrap
Yo

and shoutouts to end*