Luyện nghe bài hát Scribble On A Clean Surface

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

I say look the light
See what you look

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

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

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

And a, fan is to be hit with shit

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

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

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

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

But test not he who knows best, put to rest
on a soapbox, dope on the block

Choke on your tongue, smoke the gun
in the middle, I hope you're havin fun
HIGH post, high dose, strung
Wind through the lungs, spirit of the
on the slug, caught with the plug

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

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

Right 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 close it up by sayin