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

*after 2 of talking*

Yo so let's get the mic burned, it up

Thought]
Yes I, it out
like, you listen to the musician
Umbilicle mic, my syllable ya vision
I you through a tunnel of thought, wit no support
Now you got off guard, by the number one scar for the Illa-Fifth
Lyrically for feelin this, Black Thought yo the skill
By the Mal-ik B, the symbol you me to be type valid
Disasterous, the just bust this, for the listener
Black yo, while I exhibit the
Styles, from the artist, boast strokes of lyrical darkness, the style
Severin rooms like apartments, ill flavor
I'm a by nature
Down wit my one neighbor, Common
>From the city of Illinois, you destroy we bombin, what?
Off the top-a, the dome lyric-al Mr. Trotter
Aiyyo we gotta lotta MC's, on the line of this to rhyme
So I'm gon' set go down wit mine, rewind, check it out

I sound fairs, relaxed 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 life
I write twice and drop singles in pools
I'm dunkin like when cops mingle, fuck hip hop jingles
Rhymin big words and not sayin
The click that you came in wit, the accent you flavor
I got my Tariq, I freak it in the middle of the week
is weak an' and I start to speakin
Niggas start to leakin, my nigga D an'
I'm foreseein the future, funky for beings
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 to attack, Thoughts 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 keep goin, I start the holdin
My flowin is turnin to
The birth is comin through, to cut old school *laughin*
when it came down the shoot?

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

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

Thought]
It's like this, we keep you open like a
Took a shot of hip hop, it's
For my man from the of Representatives
And turn it out, aiyyo I always do, that's what I'ma ta
Do I show you a style and you?
For all competitors, Black Thought comin through the seckle
I'm the style and you inferior
Let me my voice so you can hear me ta--
rule the, microphone
Pure skills, nuttin but it, all of a
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 change formats and
I swarm like killa bees for feelin fantasies
throw a tantrum, I sing the Fifth Anthem
Aiyyo it's like this, my song your preference
You can attempt to reach that where my level is
Black severin competitives, off the dome top
Yo my microphone stop, my man Com just

And don't halt, I guess it was my
I came thick like a malt, niggas tried to pour salt
But never knew the flavor, my is accented from Chicago
Niggas follow, hold the bottle
My keep flowin
Now I'm this poetry in motion like a picure
Read the scripture, understood the New Testament
Start to it
The shit is like this, where the went
I give MC's the treatment
They tried to come against me, I told em they wasn't
Rappers I Crush, Kill and Destroy like
Extinction Agenda, Com Sense'll just send
to the bathroom, he didn't have room to shit on the mic
That I had, like 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 extra weak/week
Like seven days, I ya seven whole days like Tony
Never a phony, Express styles like a Pony
Hold ya horses, Com Sense The Sources
this type of shit that go straight through, I lost this
One time, it came back the rap
follow me like one time
Check it out nig-- my man Absolute is unsigned, to get it on
It's this upon the mic yo I sit upon

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

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

and shoutouts to end*