Luyện nghe bài hát Something Wicked This Way Comes

A has grown out of my wristbone
I've control of my vocal tone, spitting this sick poem
I'm possesed by hip-hop delivering
I fear it because my hand is scribbling lyrics
I can't eat, or 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 hold a without rhyming it
I walk down the and my brain's known 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 daydream about rocking a show
my rhymes all my life as it begins and ends
Broke as f**k I'm always out purchasing pens

I'm the analyst, all angles of existance
The last dime in the dollar, completing the
The ninety other pennies tossed the wormhole
Worthless as the dancing naked on the pole
seen twenty different worlds, at least eight dimensions
I'm better than an ameteur, instead 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 spotting, on the words of the rotton
With my looking glass, and hands to the class
Groups of blinded gather at a steeple
I label it an meeting place for people
Coalitions of hard rocks living without
I sarcastically attack the one man word circus
A surface of slippery ice, a dangerous
In the path of the who walk with their minds slacked

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

It's so whack the store it
Had people covering ears saying I can't stand it
My style is so fly you can't land it, I bring the because

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

Benching emcees for flenching as I build up
the number one spot
Leaving your 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
my love and recreation
Causing me to rise like elevation, slice causing

I hold the mic tight enough for
Getting technical like a calculus algorithm is my
Rhyme angle pereputal vision
Code like red, I drop lines a clumbsy cokehead
Judge like Dredd, countdown 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 this way