Luyện nghe bài hát Map Your Psyche

I did that before you
And sure of course it was a de force
Now you can a Porsche
Go to the awards
Get some tour
Do all sorts of warped
Get a
a horde of whores
Snort more
Leave a horrid
You're so corporate endorsed that I record a chorus
You said you the grand corpus
With no ifs, ands, or
To listen to derivative of this art-fag
I need to be in arms reach of a bag
Using a sci-fi lab kit
No fan's hands will go sky-high for shit
It's too
I'll put my bad reviews on happy shoes

Rude:
Derivative of initiative
Uninhibited in no fashion
of an atypical mic-smashing
Considered the class of the fiercest survivalist
psychoanalyst
Magnetizing soul
Out of a
A platoon would and how did it happen
Sprouting like alfalfa poison mushrooms out of the
to men of this vast network of allies
That were sent to the rally point for the venture
Henchmen a long-standing friendship
Based on both a lynching
those striving against them
Rise to any
Spread through every width, area, and
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 where all of the melts
I them a chopper
Tap on a to get 'em back in order
And mail them a document to 'em retreat back over the border for his aura's sake
To make more, innovate, and a great album
For our cipher out for the Driver
I'm a
As much of an actor as Mekhi a rhymer

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

Ellay
You couldn't my chops with an axe
Take you time, make it fat, talking shit, it back
Mad when you that crap
Weak wack raps, where the writers at?
Over here, over there, everywhere I peep
Follow the elite, every style I freak
Beat a nigga down I bound to a beat
parts what they found in the street
Pick 'em up, dust, kick it up, to rip it up
fun with my tongue, when I'm done, give it up
Time to demonstrate how I
Hot incinerate, biting a dinner date
It's a twist I missed, what part of the game is this?
Where the go and the winners wait
To take the place, keep my face placed on how to win the race
If run, I would never chase
Hit 'em the boom because they set up base
This ain't Texas but this the west's Chainsaw Leather
Keep the golden mic in a leather
it's battle time, I'm a set a pace
Every that you find, already been mine
you rhyme, man, what a waste
You would think I'd busted a nut in every slut because there's too many Mini-Me's
And some of y'all cats is
So y'all change to enemies
Blowing up in the so they remember me in their memory for original chops
So you better give spiritual props to your pops
seeds, I delivered a flock
Busdriver, Ellay Khule, and Ab
A few Goodlife on the prowl
They get beat up every time they want to eat up and try to up on my style