Luyện nghe bài hát Pulse of the Rhyme

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

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

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

Is this real or
never know
While you're to the
of the rhyme flow

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

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

Is real or fiction?
Well, you'll know
you're locked to the
Pulse of the rhyme

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

You ever see partner die?
No? I have
You ever see your father
No? I have
You ever see your die?
No? I have

So shut the fuck up, punk and the rhyme path
What would feel calm and nice is a slow slice
your jugular and windpipe
Throw me in jail, I even try to make bail
Put me in the gas and watch me inhale

Is this or false?
Well, never know
you're locked to the
Pulse of the rhyme

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

And on and on my for death got bigger
At I was placed behind a trigger
Although I'm not the one to be swept up
Step up, I'd love to your chest up
got no concept of life or death
Placin' my hands on neck
All I want is your breath

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

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