Luyện nghe bài hát Something Wicked This Way Comes

A microphone has out of my wristbone
I've lost control of my vocal tone, spitting sick poem
I'm possesed by hip-hop spirit
I fear it my hand is constantly scribbling lyrics
I can't eat, or sleep in my bed
Tormented because a beat always creep in my head
I can't listen to a drum loop timing it
Can't hold a conversation without it
I walk down the street and my brain's to rattle
Because I'm thirsty as for a mother f**king battle
I have no TV, already it in three
Because I turn it on to see whack emcee
I have lyrics in my head, always stop and then go
I constantly about rocking a show
Write my all my life as it begins and ends
Broke as f**k I'm always out purchasing pens

I'm the analyst, observe all of existance
The last dime in the dollar, the sentence
The ninety other pennies through the wormhole
Worthless as the bitch dancing on the pole
I've seen twenty different worlds, at least eight
I'm better than an ameteur, instead of pensions
Who's the next soul ready to stand up
Thinking they got the Grail but they're sipping the false
cup
Lately been spotting, on the words of the rotton
With my glass, and hands to the upper class
Groups of ones gather at a steeple
I label it an meeting place for people
of hard rocks living without purpose
I sarcastically with the one man word circus
A surface of slippery ice, a dangerous
In the of the ones who walk with their minds slacked

Verge in the microphone, you to panic
I'll make the crowd seem the like the Atlantic that your
is

It's so whack the store it
Had people covering their ears saying I can't it
My style is so fly you can't land it, I the supply because

it
My stand alone like they were a bandit
hundred and sixty degees and my CD's outstanded
It's so smooth it like it was sanded
of speech make me smile like you were on candid
I'll pass you you're a hand-it
When I with rhymes that punch like a fist
Taking microphone so fast cracking the bones in your wrist
Seperating you from me like
Eliminate the competition, by spitting from every

Benching emcees for flenching as I build up
the number one spot
Leaving your to corrode and rot, to corrode and rot

Pass me the mic, I'll like the birth of a constellation
Spit rhymes hesitation, poetic devestation
Hip-hop's my love and
Causing me to rise like elevation, syllables causing

I hold the mic enough for strangulation
Getting technical like a algorithm is my precision
Rhyme like pereputal vision
Code like red, I lines like a clumbsy cokehead
Judge like Dredd, countdown the twelve hour has begun
I'm the one, the chosen son, I'm an odyssey space, 2001
A new day has and the weight on my shoulder outweighs a
ton
And always when I rhyme, something always this way comes