Luyện nghe bài hát Something Wicked This Way Comes

A microphone has out of my wristbone
I've lost control of my vocal tone, this sick poem
I'm possesed by hip-hop delivering
I fear it because my hand is constantly scribbling
I can't eat, or even in my bed
Tormented because a beat will creep in my head
I can't listen to a drum without timing it
hold a conversation without rhyming it
I down the street and my brain's known to rattle
Because I'm thirsty as hell for a mother f**king
I have no TV, already broke it in
Because I turn it on to see whack emcee
I have lyrics in my head, they always stop and go
I constantly daydream about 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 pennies tossed through the wormhole
Worthless as the bitch dancing on the pole
I've seen twenty different worlds, at eight dimensions
I'm better than an ameteur, repends instead of
Who's the next worthless ready to stand up
Thinking got the Holy Grail but they're sipping the false
cup
Lately been spotting, on the words of the rotton
With my looking glass, and to the upper class
of blinded ones gather at a steeple
I label it an place for meaningless people
Coalitions of hard rocks living purpose
I sarcastically attack the one man word circus
A surface of slippery ice, a dangerous
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 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 like were a bandit
Three hundred and sixty and my CD's outstanded
It's so smooth it feels like it was
Figures of speech make me smile like you on candid
pass you like 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 me like mist
Eliminate the competition, by spitting from every

Benching emcees for flenching as I up tension
Clenching the number one
Leaving body 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 like elevation, syllables slice causing

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