Luyện nghe bài hát Scribble On A Clean Surface

[uncredited spoken word poet forms the song's
I had forgotten the butter softness of his long fingers.
How they felt on my 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 light time."

I say into the light
See you look like

I scribble on a clean surface, the earthless and worthless

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

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

And a, fan is to be hit with shit

Rubber band flows that snap in place
Rap in they face, get motherfucker outta here
He talks way way way WAY too
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, cause God rule

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

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

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

Choke on your tongue, from the gun
in the middle, I hope you're havin fun
HIGH post, 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, head of a

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

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