Luyện nghe bài hát Poetry

Well, now you're forced to listen to the and the lesson
Class is in session, so you can stop
If this is a tape or a written down
See I am a professional, this is not a
In call it a lecture, a visual picture
Sort of a poetic and like mixture

Listen, I'm not but there's somethin' that you're missin'
Maybe you touch reality, stop wishin'
For beats with bass and lyrics said in haste
If this meaning doesn't manifest put it to
I am a poet, you try to show it, yet it
It concentration for fresh communication

Observation, that is to see speaking
Take off your coat, take notes, I am
A class, or rather school, 'cause you need
I am not a or queen, I'm not ruling
This is an to poetry
A small dedication to those that know of me

They might know of you and maybe gang
But one thing's for sure, neither one of y'all can
'Cause yo, I'm like a arrow, and is the crossbow
Say now, thought so
You seem to be the type that only
The annihilation and of the next man

That's not poetry, that is
It's simply far from reality
is the language of imagination
Poetry is a form of creation
Difficult, isn't it? The You're missin' it
Your face is in front of my so I'm dissin' it

Scott La is innovating, decorating hip-hop
The beat may drop but not all the others
They just cover while I just
Every single stupid mutha, wait, brotha
will have to show another
MC or self-proclaimed king or

Or gang or crew or or team
That I business, so tell me what is this?
See I come the Bronx so just kiss this
Boogie Down is somewhat an experiment
The for sucka MC's and they're fearin' it
It's self-explanatory, no writin' for me

The poetry I'm rattlin' is not for battlin'
But if you I will simply change the program
So, when I'm done you will say, "Damn"
So, conversation is somewhat hypothetical
Boogie Down Productions attempts to prove
I say hypothetical because only theory
My theory, so a minute now to hear me

So what's your problem? It you want to be KRS-Two
From my point of view, backtrack, the attack
'Cos KRS-One simply one KRS
That's it, that's all, solo, single, no more, no
built up my credential financially and mental
Anytime I rhyme, I request the

I speak clearly and merely
Or should I say a mere, to my career
I'm not into fashion or craze
the one who pays and how soon I get a raise
You're in a daze, acting out of sympathy
Wrote a couple of rhymes and think you can get with me

But what a pity, I'm rockin' New City
And everywhere else, you put the jams on the
You as an is outspoken
I'm looking at your face, you seem to be
I might stutter, stop, or just mess up
But thing's live that's why I don't dress up

"Blastmaster KRS" a for, "Fresh"
I'm the teacher of the class, I do not pass no
Got DJ Scott La Rock by my side, not in of me
'Cos we make up, The Boogie Productions crew faculty

Get it right, or train not to bite
'Cos you bite you have bitten, when I hear it, that's it
I do not contemplate a battle it really ain't worth it
I'd rather point a pistol at your and try to burst it

I'm teaching poetry, I'm teaching
Scott La Rock, teaching poetry