Luyện nghe bài hát Map Your Psyche

I did that record you
And of course it was a tour de force
Now you can a Porsche
Go to the Source
Get tour support
Do all of warped things
Get a
a horde of whores
Snort some
Leave a corpse
You're so endorsed that when I record a chorus
You you co-wrote the grand corpus
no ifs, ands, or buts
To listen to derivative works of this
I need to be in arms of a barf bag
Using a sci-fi lab kit
No fan's hands will go sky-high for that
It's too
I'll put my bad reviews on your happy

Abstract
of creative initiative
Uninhibited in no particular
Indicative of an atypical
Considered the title class of the survivalist
psychoanalyst
Magnetizing catalyst
Out of a
A would form and how did it happen
Sprouting like alfalfa mushrooms out of the grass
Boys to men of this network of allies
were sent to the rally point for the joint venture
Henchmen a long-standing friendship
Based on surviving a lynching
From those striving against
Rise to any
Spread through every width, area, and
It's a heavy load to but I was never 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 chakra to get 'em in order
And mail them a document to tell 'em retreat back over the border for his sake
To make more, innovate, and record a great
For our styling out for the Driver
I'm a
As of an actor as Mekhi Phifer's a rhymer

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

Ellay
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
a nigga down when I bound to a beat
Microphone's what they found in the street
'em up, dust, kick it up, time to rip it up
Having fun my tongue, when I'm done, give it up
Time to how I penetrate
Hot incinerate, biting a dinner date
It's a twist that I missed, part of the game is this?
Where the losers go and the 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 Face
Keep the golden mic in a case
it's battle time, I'm a set a pace
Every line you find, already been mine
When you rhyme, man, what a
You would I'd busted a nut in every hip-hop slut because there's too many Mini-Me's
And some of cats is finicky
So y'all quickly change to
Blowing up in the industry so they remember me in their for original chops
So you better spiritual props to your lyrical pops
Speed seeds, I delivered a
Busdriver, Ellay Khule, and Ab
A few Goodlife on the prowl
get beat up every time they want to eat up and try to feed up on my style