Luyện nghe bài hát Poet Laureate II

Yo, why is the so ill? //
That would be an unpardonable of confidence for me to reveal //
He said, One of these days all eyes be on me //
they look up in the sky and see the neon C //
Rhymes inscribed on a nickel disk in a glass with an ion beam for longevity //
For more than ten centuries, impressions and //
The time-machine inventor will mention me //
Canibus was a indeed //
He believed could travel in multiples of c //
The organic that solved the mysteries of Klein-Kaluza with two blue metric rulers //
Liked Cool J but thought Steven Jay was cooler //
And he never liked to rumors //
Smoked Canary Island //
Liked American luxury and beautiful Asian broads //
He had a mind //
He used to philosophize rhymes while he was pruning his bonsais //
He that he had written the greatest rhyme of all time //
But he never take it out of his archives //
He two songs per day //
And was experimenting with his wordplay //
In his youth he did a report on the Sloan Sky Survey //
He got a F but he an A //
I followed his career from the day //
It seemed the lack of support to his inert ways //
Ive him put in twenty-four hour workdays //
With pay, undeterred by the worst shame //
humiliation was the worst pain //
He was spinning out of control like a class five //
He said he wouldnt want another emcee to suffer the //
Especially when theres to gain //
He was the alive but nobody would face it //
He til his tongue was too torched to taste it //
Properly funded corporations Carbon-dated his latest //
To extract the information, they it utterly amazing //
They claimed the body of his was the same thing as a priceless painting //
Never mattered to him the art hated him //
Cause Thomas Kinkade called and said he would ten //
Complete enigmas wrapped in puzzles encrypted in //
With sound but shape or signature //
Kept files in his garage on MS-DOS in a pod, we thought it was odd //
Outside there was a shed with an lock //
He kept more wax than Madame Tussaud //
We were in total awe cause it our minds //
So many rhymes that were designed //
He WAS laureate of his time //
And if you dont mind Id like to some of his rhymes //
Alone in my room through the thirty-two X telescope zoom //
Adjusting the focus of the //
One should not assume the philosophy of David Hume is nothing than a subjective conclusion //
What is the maximum field application? //
The runaway surrounding the ocean basin //
Affects the population fluctuation on a basis but thats just the basics //
The of Can-I-Buss position //
The precision of no other has written //
Way above and what was intended //
The unparalleled enunciation of a sentence //
You go to college, obviously //
I can by your ungodly unintelligible terminology //
Your remarkable //
The rhymes at speeds when the brain orders the body not to breathe //
Your competency is not up to speed, youre not in my //
You couldnt be hotter than me //
Or at minus twenty-five degrees //
Youll squeeze but the condensation makes rifle freeze //
Allow me to speak figuratively, nigga //
My intellectual propertys about the of Greece //
Your counselor you not to speak //
My counselor advised me to keep rhyming they stopped the beat //
In the of Joseph Heller, I learned how to write better, even though it sort of irked me //
He said he didnt understand the process of the but he felt he was at its mercy //
Which exploits my perfectly //
And certainly the reason why nobodys probably ever heard of me //
understand what I mean by ill //
Lest you try to translate what I to film //
This is the line of will, the of time, the cycle of eternity, the emergence of one line //
Academic render critics tongue-tied //
The personified dry of cum laude alumni //
A wise man failure as progress //
A fool his knowledge and misses the logic //
And loses his soul in the process obsessed with nonsense with a caricature that has no //
My style is masterful, multilateral, I could a fool and be naturally cruel //
Words of scorn are a tool, from an existentialists view Im a better rapper than you //
Grab the mic and rip your physical in two, my attitude is fucked up but admirable //
Different methods interpreted into different //
From entirely different perceptions and seen from different //
Not spitting a poem, theres much more involved //
Theres much pieces of the puzzle for you to solve //
Forty-eight orders of laws //
And rays of creational cause the cadence of my bars //
I am self-absorbed //
But thats the effect, to find the cause you ask my A&R //
Today is what it is but only yesterday was what it was //
Permitting youve of Beelzebub //
A tale of demons and drugs, pissy in the club //
the DJ doing the needle rub, chances are youd never see me, son //
Yeah, I know my Canibus but I cant help you if you need a dub //
I to holler at some big booty bitches and listen to the speakers thump //
Whered you get conceited from? Im so nice on the mic they to beat me up //
Its deep as fuck, I aint seen it all but Ive seen enough, really unbelievable //
Theres a lot of times when I want to speak but Im //
I should leave this rap shit alone and kick my incredible rhymes in the of my own home //
My imagination is my own, the liberty to speak freely on the microphone //
a pen in my hand I bring motion to the Enneagram and become Can-I-Millennium Man //
Engrave my back with the Emperors //
Been scientific rap since the seventeenth century began //
Trying to escape the wicked empire of Def Jam in the where lyrics are bland and heretics hang //
Every warrior has an ax to bury, but he has to learn to between enemy and adversary //
I to myself, Germaine, this is insane, its suicide, its controlled flight into terrain //
I fought to regain control the plane but went up in a of flames //
And got banned the Hip-Hop Hall of Fame //
For two bars I kept hearing in my over and over again //
It cost me //
Im now that more than the truth is at stake //
people create language that pretends to communicate //
Euphemisms are misunderstood as //
But its a byproduct of the music we make //
an extroverted point of view, I think its too late //
Hip-Hop has been the same since eighty-eight //
Since it became a lucrative theres a misconception //
That a in any direction is progression //
Even though the potency of it //
Big money industries checks to suppress the question //
And nobody gives a fuck no //
No one to the bookstore ever since the confluence of Moores Law //
But I stay in the lab like Niels Bohr, his son Aage, Edward Lorenz and Leo //
Lyrically I took rap music and the knob //
To the right full-throttle and added //
Why would I argue my own conscience over the truth //
Thats like me telling myself, Dont tell me to do //
Dialyses and analyses of battle emcees, sometimes I say I myself cant believe //
My lyrical is so skillfully elliptical, I can understand how it you miserable //
You wonder why I never let you your beats for me? //
And why I keep my enshrouded in secrecy? //
You wonder whats my infatuation Alicia Keys? //
Canibus, why you speak to me? //
Yo, I meant it when I said no one can shine on a song features me //
Thats why I said it so //
You need to replace the hate with respect, Im probably the yet //
Laureate! //