Luyện nghe bài hát Ridiculoid

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

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

When I send a sickness (ease down) soldiers
fallin in flying debris
and bad programs of
remind me of the sexiest of slow jams
I pull a or fiver murder the group by numbers
I was by the biggest of buildings
and had the volcanic cap
that the butcher have attached to his dead
now this material might walk with a twitch and for the twisted shit
images of *boy scouts* getting whipped
electronic talents
the realest is the one that talks out loud to you
when the plug is out
and they say productivity is up month but I've lost my passion
sick of waiting in line for my weekly chocolate
its bad health and sadness
never helped by tofu franks or sadistic
this addiction is random
I walk door to door Mormon spitting my sick tantrums
I wasn't born handsome
now that my life's with a capacity to push greatness buttons
with beats have to be registered
as sex offenders represented to the
I'll exfoliate your face with the inside my stomach
and purge, we live in thirty second blurbs
and if consumers stopped existing we'd forget how to use
just fuckin' eat each other til the *ice age* occurs
or at the awards scratchin our heads like "what happened??"
if the kids disclosed that you all lost if you just ask them
out to plant life that sits and pretty
to curious intersection angels when in the city
that's below any actress in a german schiester film
who gobbled dick and human feces
my fingers tap with sanctified awareness
from heart scan to pulse
this a voice a dead dimension without astral projection
the sluggish rugged bunk that hovers
Acme lab rat barely breathing through the heating vents
I'll try to come back for my before the poison feeding commence
but if I exhaust God's patience on *someone* better take my place nigga
tell 'em it's the love that got me far
and it's in my dreams I see faces and...

Murderers is like that clap sandals
hand off tools and I can't stand on two
amped off booze wheelie with my bruised
on the block silly with a ?ellie?
watch young ladies hop scotch with the pink
that's me trying to wop
the longness and pot-bellied
til it's nauseous a raw dog orphan straight out of the orphanage
in a realm tryin to find cells
strapped like a marksman with raps off kids mad hi
got my mind wrapped in a coffin resurrect in amorphous
morph into Aquaman polyin in waters to dolphins
to get that bilingual spittin tryin to get it on
and spit a thorn that'll a form in half studyin math
light 'dro love mixed with ash
spit that stick to DAT's
sip snapples and twist off caps when you fuckin with the cats

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

See I
iron
speech

came out the womb of a phoenix expect nothin
then a mature flame velocity's my plane my thought is my
the galaxy's the body sun is the and the black hole's the brain
my verse, *ain't nothin the same*.
I leave your mouth open when standin
(the word's the midget) is the cannon
cipher unknown the hand on overstandin watch the landin
believe it or not I'm on air
last of America's heroes here to close the
I remember the days of Coleco
a daily struggle but I hold onto the
hip hop at best when it lacked television
and wasn't an emcee
you where the flows be and if you check the rhyme slowly
you'll find out cats is unseen like
and most likely openin doors with the
if it's a Mikey, eat anything
starving but or crush anything
not stars from the songs we sing shit's ridiculoid