Luyện nghe bài hát Pulse of the Rhyme

Just checkin' my microphone once as I test audio
Increase the bass response hopin' the speakers
I got no to sit and flip and pop bullshit
up your stereo hops, insert the rhyme clip
Roll your windows up, make it's air tight
E.Q. the track so shit sounds right
I of death and darkness and danger
crib or car becomes a torture chamber

I my rhymes with violence
What you expect? of pain
The of a broken neck
All alone in darkness I sit each
Write my rhymes with blood upon a butcher
You say, "The Ice is ill", an' ill I am
They try to ban my shit and I don't a damn
Roll up, your eye will get up

Suckers who flexed yo, their deaths got tolled up, up
'Cause I'm not the nigga to toy with boy with the big
Ya got time to riff? There's to take you out
Put a couple caps in your ass, cut head off
it to your mom with flowers 'cause I'm so soft
Lay on wack crew, smoke the whole bunch
Bury 'em in my back yard and then I'll eat
'Cause I give a fuck about you or him or her
Whenever I'm in the a death just might occur

Is this real or
You'll never
you're locked to the
Pulse of the flow

Once I you up, you can't get loose
You your head inside and I placed the noose
The mic drips juice slow the steel mesh
My words feel like hooks underneath your
Makin' you and turn, scorch and burn
When will you learn? The are my turn
To pitch a vocal fit the ultimate
rhyme yo, I invented the shit

Watch me do it, as I do it, and I do it
the gauge, Duct tape and the flashlight
Don the black ski mask an' come to your
Cut off power and do you with the lights out

Is this real or
Well, never know
While locked to the
Pulse of the flow

A pool of and floating body parts would make me grin
A close view of a when it's breaking skin
If you burnin' I'd use gasoline to put you out
'Cause I walk and choose the dark route
Nightmares gotta be by some and I'm the one
Ya wanna come, bring shotgun

You see your partner die?
No? Well I
You ever see father die?
No? Well I
You see your mother die?
No? Well I

So the fuck up, punk and clear the rhyme path
What would make feel calm and is a slow slice
your jugular and windpipe
Throw me in jail, I won't even try to make
Put me in the gas chamber and me inhale

Is true or false?
Well, never know
While you're to the
Pulse of the flow

Jason, Tales of the Crypt and the Side
Another fly murder, another
Did flicks have an influence on my brain?
I really doubt that I think that I was born insane
When I was young I had a lust for knives and
Use a magnifying glass to fry an ant the sun

And on and on my love for death got
At fifteen I was placed a trigger
Although I'm not the one to be swept up
up, I'd love to open your chest up
I've got no concept of or death
Placin' my on your neck
All I want is your last

Give me a break, I should behave
Give me a motherfuckin' shovel, I'll dig
I break ill in extra portions
Where's your parents? I'll you an orphan
So when you're talkin' crazy, you think of me
The I, to the C, to the E, to the T
be no screams, no tears or cries
Just a laser beam your fuckin' eyes

You strange
So now you
That you're to the
Pulse of the flow