Luyện nghe bài hát Something Wicked This Way Comes

A has grown out of my wristbone
lost control of my vocal tone, spitting this sick poem
I'm possesed by hip-hop spirit
I fear it because my is constantly scribbling lyrics
I can't eat, or even in my bed
Tormented because a beat will always creep in my
I can't listen to a loop without timing it
Can't hold a conversation rhyming it
I walk down the street and my brain's to rattle
Because I'm thirsty as hell for a f**king battle
I have no TV, broke it in three
I turn it on to see another whack emcee
I lyrics in my head, they always stop and then go
I daydream about rocking a show
Write my all my life as it begins and ends
Broke as cause I'm always out purchasing pens

I'm the analyst, observe all of existance
The dime in the dollar, completing the sentence
The ninety pennies tossed through the wormhole
Worthless as the bitch naked on the pole
seen twenty different worlds, at least eight dimensions
I'm better than an ameteur, repends of pensions
Who's the next worthless soul 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
of blinded ones gather at a steeple
I label it an meeting place for people
Coalitions of hard rocks living without
I sarcastically attack with the one man circus
A surface of ice, a dangerous crack
In the path of the ones who with their minds slacked

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

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

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

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

Pass me the mic, I'll ignite the birth of a constellation
Spit rhymes hesitation, poetic devestation
my love and recreation
Causing me to rise like elevation, slice causing

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