Luyện nghe bài hát Ridiculoid

Shutup... Yo, yo, yo, yo
My life's not right [check
My life's not right two]
My life's not [check three]
Are you

[El-P] (you know was supposed to be for my album though...?)
[Vast (oh... whateva)
(its ok...)

When I send a (ease down) dark soldiers
in with flying debris
and bad of landmines
that remind me of the of slow jams
I pull a or fiver murder the group by numbers
I was nursed by the biggest of
and had the sonic cap
that the butcher have attached to his dead
now this material might walk a twitch and live for the twisted shit
of *boy scouts* getting pistol whipped
electronic talents
the television is the one that talks out loud to you
when the is corroded out
and they say productivity is up this month but I've lost my
sick of waiting in line for my weekly chocolate
its bad health and sadness
never helped by franks or sadistic maggots
this is more random
I walk door to door Mormon style spitting my sick
because I born handsome
now that my life's with a capacity to push greatness buttons
with beats that have to be
as sex offenders to the public
I'll your face with the acid inside my stomach
and purge, we live in thirty second blurbs
and if consumers stopped we'd forget how to use words
just fuckin' eat each other til the *ice age* occurs
or at the awards scratchin our heads like "what happened??"
if the kids would've that you all lost if you just ask them
out to plant life sits and looks pretty
to attract curious intersection angels when in the
that's below any self-respecting actress in a german film
who doggie dick and human feces
my fingers tap with sanctified awareness
from scan to pulse readings
this a from a dead dimension without astral projection
the sluggish rugged discuss bunk hovers
Acme lab rat escape barely breathing the heating vents
I'll try to back for my family before the poison feeding commence
but if I should exhaust patience on *someone* better take my place nigga
tell 'em it's the love got me this far
and it's in my I see their faces and...

Murderers is like handles clap sandals
hand sand off tools and I can't on two
amped off booze wheelie with my ancle
on the block silly a mint ?ellie?
watch young ladies hop with the pink jellies
that's me to wop vetti
with the and pot-bellied
til nauseous a raw dog orphan straight out of the orphanage often
lost in a realm tryin to find
like a marksman with raps that'll off kids mad hi
got my mind in a coffin resurrect thoughts in amorphous
morph into Aquaman polyin in talkin to dolphins
to get that bilingual ?charm? tryin to get it on
and spit a that'll split a form in half studyin math
light 'dro Eaton's love with ash
spit that stick to DAT's
sip and twist off caps when you fuckin with the sickest cats

[Vast
Yo
My not right [check one]
My life's not right [check
My life's not right [check
Are you

See I
fist
metal

came out the womb of a phoenix expect less
then a mature flame my plane my thought is my train
the galaxy's the body sun is the heart and the black hole's the
heard my verse, *ain't the same*.
I leave your mouth open when you're
(the the midget) esophagus is the cannon
cipher unknown the hand on overstandin watch the landin
it or not I'm walkin on air
last of America's here to close the circle
I still remember the days of
a daily struggle but I hold the vision
hip hop at it's best when it television
and wasn't an emcee
you know where the flows be and if you the rhyme slowly
find out cats is unseen like Jarobi
and most likely openin doors the psyche
if it's a Mikey, they'll eat
but hack or crush anything
not stars from the songs we sing shit's ridiculoid