Luyện nghe bài hát Scribble On A Clean Surface

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

I say look into the
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*
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 known to be

And a, fan is known to be hit shit

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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