Luyện nghe bài hát Ridiculoid

Shutup... Yo, yo, yo, yo
My life's not [check one]
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) dark
fallin in with flying
and bad of landmines
remind me of the sexiest of slow jams
I pull a glock or fiver murder the by numbers
I was by the biggest of buildings
and had the sonic cap
that the butcher have attached to his mother
now this material might walk a twitch and live for the twisted shit
of *boy scouts* getting pistol whipped
electronic talents
the realest television is the one that talks out to you
when the is corroded out
and say productivity is up this month but I've lost my passion
sick of waiting in for my weekly chocolate ration
its bad and industrial sadness
helped by tofu franks or sadistic maggots
this addiction is more
I door to door Mormon style spitting my sick tantrums
I wasn't born handsome
now that my complete with a capacity to push greatness buttons
with beats that have to be
as sex offenders to the public
I'll exfoliate your face with the acid inside my
Binge and purge, we live in thirty blurbs
and if consumers existing we'd forget how to use words
just fuckin' eat other til the next *ice age* occurs
or at the source awards our heads like "what happened??"
if the would've disclosed that you all lost if you just ask them
out to plant life sits and looks pretty
to attract curious intersection when in the city
that's below any self-respecting in a german schiester film
who gobbled doggie dick and feces
my fingers tap buttons sanctified awareness
from heart scan to readings
this a voice a dead dimension without astral projection
the sluggish rugged discuss that hovers
Acme lab rat escape breathing through the heating vents
I'll try to come back for my before the poison feeding commence
but if I should exhaust God's patience on *someone* take my place nigga
'em it's the love that got me this far
and it's in my I see their faces and...

Murderers is like that clap sandals
hand sand off tools and I can't on two
amped off booze with my ancle bruised
on the block silly with a mint
watch young ladies hop scotch with the jellies
that's me to wop vetti
with the longness and
til it's nauseous a raw dog orphan straight out of the often
lost in a realm to find cells
strapped like a marksman with raps off kids mad hi
got my mind wrapped in a 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 love mixed with ash
spit bats that to DAT's
sip snapples and twist off caps when you fuckin with the cats

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

See I
iron
metal

came out the womb of a phoenix expect nothin
then a mature flame velocity's my plane my is my train
the galaxy's the sun is the heart and the black hole's the brain
heard my verse, nothin the same*.
I leave your open when you're standin
(the the midget) esophagus is the cannon
cipher the upper hand on overstandin watch the landin
believe it or not I'm on air
last of America's heroes to close the circle
I still remember the days of
a struggle but I hold onto the vision
hip hop at it's best when it television
and wasn't an emcee
you where the flows be and if you check the rhyme slowly
you'll find out cats is like Jarobi
and likely openin doors with the psyche
if it's a Mikey, eat anything
starving but or crush anything
not from the songs we sing this shit's ridiculoid