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 awards
Get some support
Do all sorts of warped
Get a
With a of whores
Snort some
Leave a horrid
so corporate 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 art-fag
I need to be in reach 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 happy shoes

Abstract
Derivative of initiative
in no particular fashion
Indicative of an mic-smashing
Considered the title of the fiercest survivalist
psychoanalyst
Magnetizing catalyst
Out of a
A platoon form and how did it happen
Sprouting like alfalfa poison mushrooms out of the
Boys to men of this vast network of
That were sent to the rally for the joint venture
Henchmen with a long-standing
on both surviving a lynching
From those against them
Rise to any
through every width, area, and circumference
It's a heavy load to lift but I was never known to nothing
I use a dolly, pulley, lever, belt
On the assembly where all of the steel melts
I them a chopper
Tap on a to get 'em back in order
And mail them a document to tell 'em retreat over the border for his aura's sake
To more, innovate, and record a great album
For our styling out for the Driver
I'm a
As much of an as Mekhi Phifer's a rhymer

Busdriver and Abstract
We've your psyche
We know you do before you do
Packaged it and sold it to who feeds off the style

Ellay
You couldn't break my chops an axe
you time, make it fat, talking shit, take it back
Mad when you kick that
wack raps, where the real writers at?
Over here, over there, everywhere I peep
Follow the elite, every style that I
Beat a nigga down when I to a beat
Microphone's parts they found in the street
Pick 'em up, dust, it up, time to rip it up
fun with my tongue, when I'm done, give it up
Time to how I penetrate
Hot incinerate, biting like a dinner
a twist that I missed, what part of the game is this?
Where the go and the winners wait
To the beginner's place, keep my face placed on how to win the race
If they'd run, I would chase
Hit 'em with the because they set up base
This Texas but this the west's Chainsaw Leather Face
the golden mic in a leather case
When it's battle time, I'm a set a
Every line that you find, already mine
you rhyme, man, what 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
Blowing up in the industry so they remember me in their for original chops
So you better give spiritual props to your pops
Speed seeds, I a flock
Busdriver, Ellay Khule, and Ab
A few Goodlife emcees on the
They get beat up every they want to eat up and try to feed up on my style