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 by hip-hop delivering spirit
I fear it because my hand is scribbling lyrics
I can't eat, or sleep in my bed
Tormented a beat will always creep in my head
I can't to a drum loop without timing it
hold a conversation without rhyming it
I walk down the street and my brain's to rattle
I'm thirsty as hell for a mother f**king battle
I no TV, already broke it in three
Because I turn it on to see another emcee
I have lyrics in my head, they always stop and go
I daydream about rocking a show
my rhymes all my life as it begins and ends
Broke as cause I'm always out purchasing pens

I'm the analyst, all angles of existance
The dime in the dollar, completing the sentence
The ninety pennies tossed through the wormhole
as the bitch dancing naked on the pole
I've seen twenty different worlds, at least eight
I'm better than an ameteur, repends instead of
Who's the next worthless soul ready to up
Thinking they got the Holy Grail but they're the false
cup
I've been spotting, on the words of the rotton
With my looking glass, and to the upper class
Groups of blinded ones at a steeple
I label it an place for meaningless people
Coalitions of hard living without purpose
I sarcastically attack with the one man word
A of slippery ice, a dangerous crack
In the path of the ones who walk with their 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 their ears saying I can't stand it
My style is so fly you can't land it, I the supply because

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

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

Pass me the mic, I'll ignite like the of a constellation
Spit rhymes without hesitation, devestation
my love and recreation
Causing me to rise like elevation, syllables slice

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