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

Thought]
Yes I, it out
It's like, you listen to the
Umbilicle mic, my strikes ya vision
I take you through a tunnel of thought, wit no
Now you got caught off guard, by the number one scar for the
Lyrically for this, Black Thought yo the skill assisted
By the Mal-ik B, the symbol you me to be type valid
Disasterous, the master just bust this, for the
Thought yo, while I exhibit the
Styles, the artist, boast strokes of lyrical darkness, enter the style
Severin rooms like apartments, ill flavor
I'm a skyscraper by
wit my number one neighbor, Common
>From the city of Illinois, you destroy when we bombin,
Off the top-a, the dome don-datta Mr. Trotter
we gotta lotta MC's, on the line of this ready to rhyme
So I'm just set go down wit mine, rewind, check it out

I persue sound fairs, like Dru Down's hair
Other niggas are like gang signs, I throw down theirs
On Knotts I Landed, get played like Hamlet
Supposedly nice, taken for granted like
I write and drop singles in record pools
Niggas I'm like when cops mingle, fuck hip hop jingles
Rhymin big words and not sayin
The click that you in wit, the accent you flavor whipped
I got my nigga Tariq, I freak it in the of the week
Niggas is weak an' and I start to
Niggas start to leakin, my Derek D an'
I'm foreseein the future, funky for beings
Like I was the Biz Mark, I bring the noise
Com Sense'll be the rhyme killer, I a
bit of juice to a MC who need a new producer
Got my nigga Y-Not in the and I rock like crack
I'm ready to attack, is Black
Niggas the intelligence and relevance to this rhyme
I Stretch a nigga all across the line like I was or Armstrong
Com's song'll keep goin, I start the
My is turnin to earth
The birth is comin through, listenin to cut old school
when it came down the shoot?

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

Yes, the microphone
My words will enlight your
When I'm quick to strike home just like Capone
N-Noreaga, wit The War Report, my orrator slaughter yours
Still waitin for the beat to come in, I'm like Satan
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 track to track, in the mounds and coutin
Flowin like water from a when I deliver
Like water from a makin you shiver
That's for sore, the connoisseur ill-literature
Yes, but I'm to get deeper
You'll catch a ill from listenin too close to the speaker
When I ya, it's gettin more clearer, outta the era

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

And halt, I guess it was my fault
I came thick like a malt, niggas tried to pour salt
But never the flavor, my shit is accented from Chicago
Niggas follow, hold the bottle
My keep flowin
Now I'm showin this in motion like a picure
the scripture, understood the first New Testament
Start to it
The shit is like this, where the went
I give MC's the treatment
They tried to come 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 room to shit on the mic
I had, it's like the nigga Com Sense, I don't need a pad
Off the dome, my shit'll like a Greek
I to speak, and niggas sound extra weak/week
Like seven days, I take ya seven days like Tony
Never been a phony, Express styles like a
Hold ya horses, Com Sense read The
Toss this type of that go straight through, I lost this
One time, it came the rap sunshine
Niggas follow me like one
Check it out nig-- my man Absolute is unsigned, to get it on
It's this upon the mic yo I sit upon

[Pharoahe
Yo yo, it out now, one time now, Pharoahe Monch yo
It's not breaks at the bar, even if you a
Wit me and my crew baby you won't go far
I seek the of Allah, the laws I lay
the upper echelon of light display
Funk rap pro, attributed to facts so
Cleverly put, more revolutions than a
The sad slow nigga much smoother Coltrane
Who can cop beats that I chop cocaine
The effortless wit moves like subtraction
Lip, stick and wit mo' satisfaction
And all the my beats can pile up
data than X-File shows all added up
The educated nigga from Queens, by any
Servin any fiends, to Supreme Team
But steam I will rise to the top to redeem the cream
For who fiend for hip hop
I pop glock and bla-block shot and spots
>From top cops to bust from a crotch
Positioning, what Absolute, c'mon c'mon kick the dome

The word was precision so I get a vision
And makin on top of your cranium
Underground,
Crossin the Mediterranean, water to slaughter
Who can't catch across the
Lookin across, the window, not a
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 joint in his back shit, the shit
I pack but it's never like an automatic
I'm causin static just like the of Bounce
I get, mad amounts
at my man Bobbito and Stretch
I gotta catch the
I'm never come off weak 'cause weak is the of strong
I used to smoke the bong but now I got the
It's my to rhyme again
need to be greedy, I give my old gear to the needy
Used to write graffiti I got the burner
You might not get that but you I pass it back to my man wit the wrap
Yo

and shoutouts to end*