Luyện nghe bài hát Prisoners of War

I stand here before the forces of evil a style
The poetically God-gifted
Bringin' forth the story of a soldier
Blessed to in the eyes of the beholder

Words of wisdom never abuse the
increase as I release a phrase like a Uzi 9
From the larynx, shot in repetition, words heard before
But still the rendition of rap will me to attack

From dawn to for liberation
Driven, I will never give in to
The given to me, the Pharoahe
'Cause bro flows like a crossbow

Equipped to pierce your soul with a poison-tip
Any man wearing a blindfold can be
But wise are the ones the eyes in the backs of the head
Here's the key to the door

Imagine a poet without poetical
Rhymes are for as an attack
'Cause adapt to combat
For the of war

I drop, and causin' damage equivalent
To a hydrogen bomb, raidin' villages
A poetical soldier in Vietnam,
Releasin' gasses, bodies deteriorating

As they stalk past the acid
As a rebel of rap, I stop, the Luger
As I maneuver with the caution as I verbally attack
Striking like a mad sniper I'm the type of

Hyperactive viper to wipe away the with no remedy
I'm the epitome so don't try to get rid of me
You, little itty-bitty, automatic, you're killin' me
'Cause I'm a glock 9 that rock your mind

it, shorten your brainwaves
As the rhyme intertwine with the of the times
Don't sleep 'cause I creep attackin' the side
is blind, therefore I gotta be hard to the core
And I walk as a of war

Wake up to the of an erratic rap
Rejuvenator of rhyme, that sort of come
medical medicine for the cerebellum
I divert 'em and flirt 'em, insert 'em then I 'em

A breakdown, shakedown
Fifty-two, a stick-up so get on the floor facedown
The ammo to the people steppin'
Breakin' open the vault I'm like a verbal assault weapon

I'm mathematical,
Attack the wack, rap to the maximum
You're strung out, you're out when you heard the style
That I brung out of faint, air must come out my

I stick my tongue out in the atmosphere
Take a good at what's happening here
On the microphone, I'm
Pickin' 'em, 'em up, breakin' 'em, shakin' 'em up and bashin'

The lyric dictator, the aviator of
All beware to for the guillotine
go express, expert, extreme
Be up to par wisdom and intellect

Detaching one's head directly from neck
I've been illing and drilling your brain
Like a I came in the darkness to spark the literature for sure
I rhyme for the prisoners of war

There is strength in my mentalbolism, to spare
Upon info, knowledge, data, aspects
Affects my environment, so in the event
I science to suit ya, uproot ya, hunt ya down

Verbally attackin' from the ground up to intellectually ya
Lurkin' through the shadows of darkness, fired
The spark hits the trees releasin' ammo
While I camoflouge in the flash of my

Mentally cease MC's, that be I capture
And lines are crushed, bumrushed
And your government officials are corrupted
'Cause they're down with us, poetical rebels on a

Of wrecked dialects, blown projects
is scopin' you through my infrared twenty-twenty
Scope lens steppin' base that's when the
Organized massacre begins with a blast

Never an intruder approach
they will never ever last
'Cause the task is termination
Poetry and the Pharoahe as the revelation