Luyện nghe bài hát Something Wicked This Way Comes

A microphone has grown out of my
I've lost control of my vocal tone, spitting sick poem
I'm possesed by hip-hop delivering
I it because my hand is constantly scribbling lyrics
I can't eat, or even in my bed
Tormented because a will always creep in my head
I listen to a drum loop without timing it
Can't hold a conversation rhyming it
I walk down the street and my brain's known to
Because I'm thirsty as hell for a mother f**king
I have no TV, already it in three
I turn it on to see another whack emcee
I have lyrics in my head, they stop and then go
I daydream 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 dime in the dollar, the sentence
The ninety other pennies tossed through the
as the bitch 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 worthless soul ready to up
Thinking they got the Holy but they're sipping the false
cup
Lately I've been spotting, on the words of the
With my glass, and hands to the upper class
Groups of ones gather at a steeple
I label it an meeting place for meaningless
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 ones who walk 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 banned 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 like they were a bandit
Three hundred and degees and my CD's outstanded
It's so smooth it feels like it was
Figures of make me smile like you were on candid
I'll pass you like a hand-it
When I with rhymes that punch like a fist
Taking your microphone so fast cracking the in your wrist
you from me like mist
Eliminate the competition, by spitting from every

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

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

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