Luyện nghe bài hát Scribble On A Clean Surface

[uncredited spoken word poet forms the intro]
I had the incredible butter softness of his long fingers.
How felt on my back when he slow-dragged with me,
at a "Blue Lights in the Basement" party.
The dim lights making his honey-colored eyes visible as he,
FLASHED A IN MY EYES!
"Look directly into the this time."

I say look into the
See what you look

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

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

The method of my could NEVER be known
The magic of Aceyalone
Don't, try to set home or off of the
Because are known to be SPLIT

And a, fan is known to be hit shit

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

I never wallow in the bickery or
no con-FUSION, just the FUSION
No il-LUSION, God rule them

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

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

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

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

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

through the interior of Siberia
Chip away at the rock, or a dynamite

where they had to stop, we continue
Think the worst, ink the verse
Sink the earth, die by the end of the rhyme
What a rush, too to discuss
I it up by sayin this