Luyện nghe bài hát Super Lyrical

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Ay-yo my rap verbal attack is actual fact
Tactical tracks match with graphical stats
a you lack the magical dap of tragical rap
That you back and shackles and laughs at you
That's...the mathematical I'm on, the savage, the strong
The marriage, a of havoc and song
This on as if Picasso laced you
There's lotsa skeletons locked
in the closet of my of Grayskull
I'm possum at school, that's why I have to debate you
My raps are Capel, slashin' your face, you
how a master degrades you
I'm battlin' Jesus (hay-soos) if he passes through my
I'm snatchin' his
God I pray that you my father back as an angel
Language is fatal and hypnotizin'
I'm only emphasizin', I'm all about business and enterprisin'
I'm lyrical, a brain boosts the chemicals
That's used contenicals inside of my projectable

CHORUS -- Lyrically I'm supposed to (Biggie)
tell you that I'm nice with the
blah, blah, (Canibus)
Lyrically I'm...<>...I'm to represent

BLACK --
Black Thought the super lyricist, your
with the Punisher, that's my accomplice
Stressin' to how they don't really want this
Electrifying his excellency Thought spit
cats they sentimental such with a gentle touch
Dancin' dutch and all sayin' nothin' much
My sound wave your chin up like uppercuts
New found ways of shit up, I de-ve-lop
Your squad chest swell up, still mini-ay-ture to me
Nature-ally I bring the
Musically intense the globe in suspense
Contemplatin' where the world traveler been
The Roots bless you with a strong record, like a epic
Immerse you in some 'ol next shit, ill
Thought Illadelph somethin' like nothin' else
My talk stomp elephants upon every elf, cause...what...

CHORUS -- I'm supposed to represent
tell you that I'm nice with the blah, blah, blah
Lyrically I'm supposed to
You will lose...I must you (Ivan Drago from "Rocky")
Lyrically I'm supposed to
Niggaz'll you that I'm nice with the blah, blah, blah
I'm-I'm-I'm...<>...
I'm supposed to

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Ay-yo peace Roots east coast reppin' the streets most
With heat, toast, and close more Phillies than Pete Rose
These dos, that'll lift ya mentals
Lyrics'll twist your into pretzels
the "Triumph" instrumental

BLACK --
My instrumental's the Renaissance, no
To you come across, lyrical holocaust
The pleaser emcees freeze then catch seizure
They the Lord of rap thesis, true believers

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Just call me Baby Jesus lady niggaz be praisin' me
for the way I blaze to be crazily, tape to CD lasery
It pays to be amazingly
Daaaaze 'em to my rhymes that basically hypnotize you

BLACK --
as I focus on my next opus
The way it's all fucked up and emcees is
I leave your head wrecked as I scultpures
My thought's just a fortress, approach this up-closeness

Chorus -- I'm supposed to represent
Niggaz'll tell you that I'm nice with the blah, blah,
I'm-I'm-I'm...<>...
I'm to represent
Lyrically..."It's suicide!"
Lyrically..."You've seen him, you know how he is!"
Lyrically..."You win!"
Lyrically..."It's suicide!"
Lyrically..."You've him, you know how strong he is!"
Lyrically..."You win!"
Lyrically..."You win!"
Lyrically..."You lose..."
Lyrically..."I must you..."
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