Luyện nghe bài hát Proceed III

Rock on, to the of dawn
Freak on to the morn
Khadafi and Sue-kwon, you got it on
To my man Big Shawn, you got it on, now, yo
You got The Roots in the
We also got Bahamadia in the house, lovely
With you ears now
It's flavor you believe as we proceed

I shall... proceed... and continue... to the mic (2X)

Verse Malik B

Let's, kill all the talk, and just elaborate
The Roots collaborate I see as rather great
How the generate, whole crews disintergrate
I pentrate
As if in the course with intensive force
You to go and check your source about my textual course
Simplicity, it complex, you might miss it
But after you critique it you can it
I'm assissting fire force leaves statistics
When identify niggaz simplify feel no sympathi
My send you on a permanent excursion
I would decide when your lifespan was submergin
My style is urban not surburban when I'm
Gosh these MC's I more than detergent
I can split the Red Sea but
Take heed, style as I proceed

Verse Bahamadia

Bahamadia the melodies mellowly
Brand new, funk doobie, choosy the tactics
I gets Raw, like Dice, nice
with the flavor, Do You More?!!!??!
Of the Organix,
Eargasmatic, from to Statics
Automatic,
I'm at it
So hand me the five micraphones they did Illmatic
One for the mind
be coming from an illadelph state of mind
The real is not whole or half
all the time, and I shall
I'm movin on baby, I proceed
To remain, on like an infrared beam
Succeed, in out the ultraviolet dreams
No Mas Shorty, 'cause it's all about me

Verse Three: Thought

Black and handsome, MC's for ransome
Thoughts some, is this, a phantom?
Crews I mangle, y'all know my anthem the Star Spangled
I hit you from the most angle, rectangular
visions of my mind conceive
me to acheive as I must proceed
when I ride the train, traumatized to
but back, the tracks can relax the brain
I got to deal with everything on this plain
as a killer
to the pain I a High Life like Miller
Me and the mechanized
Respect recognize mind beyond wise
Limitless when I the mic with speak
never weak, y'all niggaz know Tarik
From seven-fifth Snider Ave. got the flavor you
For the ingredients so to the lead I shall proceed

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