Luyện nghe bài hát Something Wicked This Way Comes

A has grown out of my wristbone
I've lost control of my tone, spitting this sick poem
I'm possesed by hip-hop delivering
I it because my hand is constantly scribbling lyrics
I eat, or even sleep in my bed
Tormented a beat will always creep in my head
I can't listen to a loop without timing it
Can't hold a without rhyming it
I walk down the street and my brain's to rattle
Because I'm as hell for a mother f**king battle
I have no TV, broke 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 cause I'm always out purchasing

I'm the analyst, all angles of existance
The last in the dollar, completing the sentence
The ninety pennies tossed through the wormhole
Worthless as the dancing naked on the pole
I've seen twenty worlds, at least eight dimensions
I'm better than an ameteur, repends of pensions
Who's the next soul ready to stand up
Thinking they got the Holy Grail but they're sipping the
cup
Lately I've been spotting, on the words of the
With my glass, and hands to the upper class
Groups of blinded gather at a steeple
I it an meeting place for meaningless people
Coalitions of rocks living without purpose
I attack with the one man word circus
A surface of ice, a dangerous crack
In the path of the who walk with their minds slacked

Verge in the microphone, you to panic
Because I'll make the crowd seem the 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 it, I bring the supply because

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

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

Pass me the mic, ignite like the birth of a constellation
rhymes without hesitation, poetic devestation
Hip-hop's my love and
me to rise like elevation, syllables slice causing

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