Luyện nghe bài hát Scribble On A Clean Surface

[uncredited spoken word forms the song's intro]
I had forgotten the incredible butter softness of his fingers.
How they on my back when he slow-dragged with me,
at a fateful "Blue in the Basement" party.
The dim lights making his eyes barely visible as he,
A PENLIGHT IN MY EYES!
"Look directly into the light time."

I say into the light
See you look like

I scribble on a clean surface, the earthless and {*echoes*

It's life, at the of the point of purchase {*echoes*
freedom got a microphone, AND a AK {*echoes*
Make way, and for the melee {*echoes*

The method of my madness could be known
The microphone magic of
Don't, try to set or off of the dome
Because wigs are to be SPLIT

And a, fan is known to be hit shit

Rubber band that snap back in place
Rap in face, get this motherfucker outta here
He way way way WAY too much
for the victory, 'til they sick of me

I never wallow in the bickery or
There's no con-FUSION, just the
No il-LUSION, cause God rule

high, nailed in the sky
The artistic eye leaves you
You're once denied, soon openly

They say, "rock you don't stop" but what you bout
Well let me guess, you come fi

But test not he who knows best, put nonsense to
Preachin on a soapbox, dope on the

Choke on your tongue, smoke the gun
Broke in the middle, I hope you're fun
post, high dose, high strung
Wind through the lungs, of the young
Salt on the slug, with the plug

Fought with the drugs, by the thugs
Eye of a tiger, of a lion

Walkin the interior of Siberia
away at the rock, or a dynamite block

Right where they had to stop, we
Think the worst, ink into the
into the earth, die by the end of the rhyme
What a rush, too much to
I it up by sayin this