Luyện nghe bài hát Rapid Eye Movement

It's not latin, or white, or music
It's cooked up coke, crack music
Black and Pharoahe, the rap duet
It's that lucid rapid eye

My think tank's a piranha tank think, multiple bites figure
Mega, reality, tera,
Theft Auto, modern day Mickey and Mallory Small
But I'm sick enough to walk into an art gallery and piss on a
Crack statues, rub my balls on her face, shit on it, and it at you
So when the beat
I become desensitized
Like, once I slapped a with mace
Then I spit acid in his face, after he rinsed his eyes, no
I actually grew times my size grabbed
Ma$e by the and slapped a rapper with him
Now that's practicing sacrilegious
Attack is for battle, and practical rap wisdom
Actually, it's pragmatic capitalism for
that crack under pressure and when I get 'em
Monch is medicinal man made medical
With a phase plasma like I'm searchin' for Sarah Conner
And shorty's got brains, not playin'
I'm 40 blocks I'm a killa with 40 range
With an arrangement of that I've arranged
Encrypted in specific individual names
shall remain anonymous
Me and the ammunition's in a relationship that's
It's like I'm to the silencer
I file for divorce and release my ex-calibers
Do art with your arteries, that for my adversaries
Put snap back cap back, cap your capillaries like

It's not latin, or white, or black
It's that cooked up coke, crack
Black Thought and Pharoahe, the rap
It's that rapid eye movement

Vocally twice as magnifying as hearing Chewbacca scream
a megaphone with the significance of Dr. King

Cause I'm trying to see man united referencing UK soccer teams
My philosophy prophecy, the of Mephistopheles I incited isosceles
Sent to Earth to of environmental atrocities, and nobody can copy me
Stop, it's not possible but probable it's only philosophical mockery, strange
Change to gold, switch properties, bang!
Stay on top of the globe, monopolies, aim
Take stock in the soul, properly

Take stock in the soul, properly
That extended clip on my hip sits
I'm diabolical, follicle that I cock and squeeze
Sending shots to ancient to pop Socrates
I arms like button-downs without the sleeves
depressive and possessive like apostrophes
My psychiatrist the doctor fees
When I wave the pistol and say quick, watchin' me so I can breathe
National for the Advancement
Of drugs for performance
And it's tough so many chances
But I've been a bad seed from the womb, they call me ovary
And I got an heart, although I'm totally handsome
And I the love of your life and hold her for ransom
And my tactical cam that never stood for any anthems
Was hood, I am the answer
And prove it
Black attire, fire, rapid eye movement
I'm from a that is higher, I am not human
alien, a monster killer of conscience chillin'
In a of lobster
Ex-Slave sadomasochist that gave the of my ass to kiss
A dyin' breed, I'm the of this
is as miraculous as Jesus of Nazareth
When I vocalize the crowd like Lazarus
the Rhode Scholar, my cold collar piss off Peter
Your hoes holla, on top of the bars
Meet a Mr. Globe Trotter in my
Pure cheetah, hoppin' out of exotic European 4 seater
Hollerin' cheeba cheeba I'm Pharcyde
Killin' is the dark
Villain, I'm God, I'm
I'm Bob Dylan put blood on these tracks, for real
So, God-willin' you'll feel I'm spillin'
Yeah, I never quit, I'm still up
Me and Pharoahe Monch, here for the benefit of us
This is straight behavior, I never get enough
Get the picture, my gettin' ignorant as fuck

Yea, it's suicide
Straight the underground through the fiber optics
Pharoahe, Black Thought, complete the
The outlandish

It's not latin, or white, or black
It's that up coke, crack music
Black and Pharoahe, the rap duet
It's that lucid rapid eye