Luyện nghe bài hát Mullet (Spoken Word Recorded Live At The Met Café, 1998)

It was the (beatboxing) got me (beatboxing)
It was the (beatboxing) (beatboxing)
Deflate I was gassed
over heals in love with the electric drums
and spoken which was the joke of locals
and laughing stock of my and roll ass town
but the rhythmic pierced my skin
pinning the to my stomach
which would everytime i heard the (beatboxing)
more the (beatboxing)
I WAS NO DEVIL
higher interpreter
i refused to lose focus and satanic verses
manic curses
drug induced worst i know were saying
kill your mother 'cause it them well
yet in my i see the foreshadow
twist my first purchase was a hip hop record
called raising
i should have run i had the chance but DMC's
made be breakdance, made me wanna spin vinyl,
made me wanna graff-write, me want to not act white
and not to perpetuate any but
i was not about the mullet haircut
you know the mullet, short on top for the
long in for the ladies, yea!
i was not the stonewashed nuthuggers with the french
rolls on the so tight that it turned my toes purple
nor was i the ripped jean jacket with the megadeath,
metallica, and slayer
i had an internal itch for the (beatboxing) and
could i get with () guitar riff, () riff, ()
I had wild style wars, i beat street every week
as i steady wearing out the play rewind and slow mo
on my VCR
I did the pause-play, rewind-stop-play, pause-play, pause-play,
all day forcing my way into comprehension of city invention for me
was in the expression which eventually win me acception
(one exception) those me couldnt give me affection
but i played and paid that attention till i eventually i
bit the (beatboxing)
and found my new religion, born again B-boy, born to
and be the real mccoy, YEA boy!
i wore the so you could know the time
chuck d told me to keep a sober mind, and though his
sidekick the flavor of BASS, i swear to god
hip hop was about being free
i swear to god hip hop was the upliftment of humanity
and i to god hip hop was what rock was not was what bach
was not was not pop, (pop! pshhhh)
guess i was gassed!, see i remember when dr dre used to
himself hating the chronic, a few years later he's
it while drinking gin and tonic
suburbanites blast Mase learned their mad face from onyx
it was a rat race the to properly use ebonics
dynomite like JJ, but it was a fad like sonic
hip hop from being autistic to a pop hit
mainstream took control and we stop it
its a black art, manipulated by white controllers
just rock and roll is ... we took the (beatboxing)
we the (beatboxing) ...