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

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

that treble right now adjust the bass
Turn it up, stop
C'mon, it up
Alright, it out ninety-three lyrics, here we go

I never a jheri curl up under my hat
The in my bed has got to be strictly black
I want money 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
I got to show you that I am all that
So I must, rock, the mic

Are you tired of lyrical liars, passing
Wannabe but really good triers
Tripping over mic cords, getting you
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 MC's get in it
You got beef chill it, I spill it
After seven long years of ripping the and I'm still widdit
You call my name I don't about suing ya
I come to the club with booyaka

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

comes the rootical ratical teacha
I'll eat ya defeat ya beat ya till ya stagger and ya teeth
You'll be through convulsions as I flash data
Any can be a decapitated rapper now what's the matter

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

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

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

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

Of course, yeah I'm the most brilliant artist in your life
Never to repeat a rhyme style twice, precise
In a lyrical 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 want to with Kris is
Lyric for lyric rhyme for rhyme style for 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 know what it is, the of rhyme supremacy you're tastin'
And yes, before the hits your greedy tongue
You get ripped up by

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

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

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

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