Luyện nghe bài hát Scribble On A Clean Surface

[uncredited spoken word poet forms the song's
I had forgotten the incredible butter of his long fingers.
How they felt on my back 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 into the
See what you like

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

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

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

And a, fan is known to be hit with

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

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

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

They say, "rock you don't stop" but what you 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
Broke in the middle, I you're havin fun
HIGH post, dose, high strung
through the lungs, spirit of the young
Salt on the slug, caught with the

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

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

Right they had to stop, we continue
the worst, ink into the verse
Sink into the earth, die by the end of the
a rush, too much to discuss
I close it up by sayin