Luyện nghe bài hát Map Your Psyche

I did that record you
And sure of course it was a de force
Now you can afford a
Go to the Source
Get some support
Do all sorts of things
Get a
With a horde of
Snort some
a horrid corpse
You're so corporate endorsed that when I record a
You said you the grand corpus
With no ifs, ands, or
To listen to derivative works of art-fag
I need to be in arms reach of a bag
a bland sci-fi lab kit
No hands will go sky-high for that shit
too anti-climactic
I'll put my bad reviews on happy shoes

Abstract
of creative initiative
Uninhibited in no fashion
of an atypical mic-smashing
Considered the title class of the fiercest
Paralyzing
Magnetizing soul
Out of a
A platoon would form and how did it
Sprouting like alfalfa poison mushrooms out of the
Boys to men of this vast network of
That were sent to the point for the joint venture
Henchmen with a friendship
Based on both surviving a
From striving against them
Rise to any
through every width, area, and circumference
It's a heavy load to lift but I was known to quit nothing
I use a dolly, pulley, lever, conveyer
On the assembly line all of the steel melts
I weld them a
Tap on a chakra to get 'em back in
And mail them a document to tell 'em retreat back the border for his aura's sake
To make more, innovate, and record a great
For our cipher out for the Driver
I'm a
As much of an actor as Mekhi Phifer's a

Busdriver and Rude:
We've your psyche
We what you do before you do
Packaged it nicely and sold it to who feeds off the

Khule:
You break my chops with an axe
you time, make it fat, talking shit, take it back
Mad you kick that crap
wack raps, where the real writers at?
Over here, there, everywhere that I peep
Follow the elite, every style I freak
Beat a nigga down I bound to a beat
Microphone's parts they found in the street
'em up, dust, kick it up, time to rip it up
Having fun with my tongue, I'm done, give it up
Time to demonstrate how I
Hot incinerate, biting like a date
It's a twist that I missed, what of the game is this?
Where the losers go and the winners
To take the beginner's place, my face placed on how to win the race
If they'd run, I would chase
Hit 'em with the boom because they set up
This ain't Texas but this the west's Chainsaw Leather
Keep the golden mic in a case
When battle time, I'm a set a pace
Every line that you find, already been
When you rhyme, man, a waste
You would think I'd busted a nut in every hip-hop slut because there's too many
And some of y'all is finicky
So y'all quickly change to
up in the industry so they remember me in their memory for original chops
So you better give props to your lyrical pops
Speed seeds, I a flock
Busdriver, Khule, and Ab Rude
A few emcees on the prowl
They get beat up every they want to eat up and try to feed up on my style