Luyện nghe bài hát Scribble On A Clean Surface

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

I say look the light
See what you look

I scribble on a clean surface, the earthless and worthless

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

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

And a, fan is known to be hit shit

Rubber band flows 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, cause God them

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

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

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

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

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

Walkin through the interior of
Chip at the rock, or a dynamite block

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