Luyện nghe bài hát Mortal Thought (I Must Roc The Mic)

You never will conquer the
You never conquer the champion
Calm my selector

Adjust that treble right now adjust the
Turn it up, frontin'
C'mon, it up
Alright, check it out ninety-three lyrics, we go

I never want a jheri curl up my hat
The woman in my bed has got to be strictly
I never money if my lyrics are wack
So I must, rock, the mic

I play only the reggae and I play rap
I the African, the European, and Jap
Beneath I got to show you that I am all
So I must, rock, the mic

Are you of lyrical liars, passing fliers
Wannabe but really good triers
Tripping mic cords, getting you bored
A total fraud, this kind of I can't afford

So I pick up the mic and it ill it top bill it
The cough is a skillet, where get fried in it
You got beef chill it, blood I it
After long years of ripping the party and I'm still widdit
You call my name I don't think suing ya
I come to the club that booyaka

Laughing I'm doin' ya the crowd is booin' ya
Gimme one month, for record on tape I'll ruin ya
Some likkle awl pon bwoy wanna if rule de city
His style is lookin' beats and rhymes are dibby dibby

Here comes the rootical teacha
I'll eat ya defeat ya beat ya ya stagger and ya teeth chatter
be goin' through convulsions as I flash data
Any rapper can be a decapitated rapper now the matter

You're full of junk than a sausage
Let me show you what a hip hop artist

My from the Bronx
My from the Bronx
My posse from the
My from the Bronx

I never want a jheri curl up my hat
The woman in my bed has got to be strictly
I never want if my lyrics are wack
So I must, rock, the mic

I play the reggae and I play only rap
I the African, the European, and Jap
I got to show you that I am all that
So I must, rock, the mic

Of course, yeah I'm the most brilliant recording artist in your
Never to repeat a rhyme style twice, precise
In a drought like water to your lips oh yes my lyrics will suffice
I'm nice, beans and rice, I am delicious

Who's the freshest lyricist on the mic, you don't to fuck with Kris is
Lyric for lyric rhyme for style for style I break you like dishes
Either you come fully correct or the you simply makin' wishes
We got no time for fake black leaders and blowin' wishes

You see a fraud, I mean a like in fraudulation
I what it is, the crown of rhyme supremacy you're tastin'
And yes, before the flavor your greedy tongue
You get up by KRS-One

Now, lyrics, somebody want lyrics, the lyrical terrorist
Here's a little somethin for you all to remember
And this I am no pessimist, more of an optimist
Activist revolutionist, yes the hardest
And the smartest, Premier, this

My from the Bronx
My from the Bronx
My posse the Bronx
My posse the Bronx

I never a jheri curl up under my hat
The woman in my bed has got to be strictly
I never want if my lyrics are wack
So I must, rock, the mic

I only the reggae and I play only rap
I the African, the European, and Jap
Beneath I got to show you I am all that
So I must, rock, the mic