Luyện nghe bài hát Pulse of the Rhyme

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

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

Suckers who 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? There's time to you out
Put a caps in your ass, cut your head off
Send it to mom with flowers 'cause I'm so soft
Lay on your crew, smoke the whole bunch
Bury 'em in my back yard and then eat lunch
'Cause I don't a fuck about you or him or her
Whenever I'm in the house a death just might

Is this real or
You'll know
While you're to the
of the rhyme flow

Once I lock you up, you get loose
You stuck your inside and I placed the noose
The mic drips slow from the steel mesh
My words feel like hooks underneath flesh
Makin' you twist and turn, scorch and
When you learn? The ninties are my turn
To a vocal fit like the ultimate
Gangster rhyme yo, I invented the

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

Is this or fiction?
Well, you'll never
While you're to the
Pulse of the flow

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

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

So shut the fuck up, punk and clear the rhyme
What would make feel calm and nice is a slow
Through jugular and windpipe
Throw me in jail, I won't try to make bail
Put me in the gas and watch me inhale

Is this true or
Well, you'll never
While locked to the
Pulse of the flow

Jason, Tales of the Crypt and the Side
Another fly murder, suicide
Did these flicks an influence on my brain?
I really doubt that shit I 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 fifteen I was placed behind a
I'm dirty not the one to be swept up
Step up, I'd love to your chest up
I've got no concept of life or
Placin' my hands on neck
All I want is your breath

me a motherfuckin' break, I should behave
Give me a shovel, I'll dig graves
I break ill in large 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 between your fuckin'

You strange
So now you
That locked to the
Pulse of the flow