Luyện nghe bài hát Something Wicked This Way Comes

A microphone has grown out of my
I've lost control of my vocal tone, this sick poem
I'm possesed by delivering spirit
I fear it because my hand is constantly lyrics
I eat, or even sleep in my bed
because a beat will always creep in my head
I can't listen to a drum without timing it
Can't a conversation without rhyming it
I walk the street and my brain's known to rattle
Because I'm thirsty as hell for a f**king battle
I have no TV, broke it in three
Because I turn it on to see another whack
I have lyrics in my head, they stop and then go
I constantly daydream about a show
Write my rhymes all my life as it begins and
Broke as f**k cause I'm out purchasing pens

I'm the analyst, observe all of existance
The dime in the dollar, completing the sentence
The ninety other pennies through the wormhole
Worthless as the bitch dancing naked on the
I've seen different worlds, at least eight dimensions
I'm than an ameteur, repends instead of pensions
Who's the next worthless soul to stand up
Thinking they got the Holy Grail but sipping the false
cup
Lately I've been spotting, on the words of the
my looking glass, and hands to the upper class
Groups of blinded ones at a steeple
I label it an meeting place for meaningless
Coalitions of rocks living without purpose
I sarcastically attack with the one man circus
A surface of slippery ice, a crack
In the of the ones who walk with their minds slacked

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

It's so the store banned it
Had people covering their 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 like they were a
Three hundred and degees and my CD's outstanded
It's so smooth it feels like it was
Figures of speech make me smile like you on candid
I'll pass you like you're a
When I come with rhymes that like a fist
your microphone so fast cracking the bones in your wrist
Seperating you me like mist
the competition, by spitting from every dimension

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

Pass me the mic, I'll like the birth of a constellation
Spit rhymes without hesitation, devestation
Hip-hop's my and recreation
Causing me to rise like elevation, syllables slice

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