Luyện nghe bài hát Scribble On A Clean Surface

[uncredited spoken word poet forms the song's
I had forgotten the incredible softness of his long fingers.
How they felt on my back when he slow-dragged 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 the light this time."

I say into the light
See what you like

I scribble on a clean surface, the earthless and worthless

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

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

And a, fan is known to be hit shit

Rubber band that snap back in place
Rap in they face, get motherfucker outta here
He talks way way way WAY too
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 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 you talkin bout
Well let me guess, you fi test

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

Choke on your tongue, from the gun
in the middle, I hope you're havin fun
HIGH post, high dose, high
Wind through the lungs, spirit of the
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
away at the rock, or a dynamite block

Right where 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 much to
I it up by sayin this