Luyện nghe bài hát The Birth (broken Hearts)

Yeah, you
'Cause yo, this right
Is Knowledge of Self
you apply that to yourself, you know yourself
You understand, yo, gonna get your third eye opened
You can see things for what are, and not what they appear to be
Wanna kick the knowledge and this information to you?
Yo, there go the God right there, yo Peace, Born
Peace God (Peace up Bobby?)
Yo, yo don't even call me Bobby no more, man (What I you?)
My is Prince Rakeem (Today's Mathematics?)
I see Today's Mathematics is wisdom
Let me to you this way, God, the way I see it
Chorus female sample
since my Birth (no one there!)
I've had no one to (worried all I know yeah!)

They say wisdom, is the wise words
By a brother attemptin' to
The graves, of these mentally slaves
Who've lost on a cross, for decades
And centuries, for the liberty
But receive nothin', but
And hard times, and things of nature
By the in a genocide caper
Little Boy Peep, has his sheep
But I 'em, in a deep long sleep
thousand miles away from home
Livin' the life of a Flintstone
We the people, supposed to be
But the men who that, they was evil
Slave owners, who did not us
They just us, and abused us
First they trick you, mentally kill you
And use technologies, to you
This whole plan was a scam
See that's why they called it, the Six Million Man
Six is the of the Devil
In the Million square miles of that he settles
Put you in a three suit, give you loot
in your head to make you look cute
They use you as a fool to deceive own people
And fillin' my children head with pins and
But I'll take out the you inserted
And I'll avenge all my mothers you murdered
And brutalized, by this modern form of
To the truth it takes bravery
And no man could my flow
I know what I speak and I speak what I know

Yo, as a life can be slowed down 20 frames per
Seen Panavision
The inner inside my mind's shines expands the prism
A man of wisdom, victorious and the
Sight sight we stand up as Divine Warriors
Who smite with the mighty hand of God
Yield the holy sword, the holy rod
Then bathe in the pond of Nirvana, the realm of Karma
Allow the true of God to shine through my persona
And build the reconstructional terms that's
As we destroy the germs that's destructive
Productively, sincerely, we uphold the righteous
With the gold touch of Midas, mold the hammer
And anvil, to the sound of
to the speed of light cause time to stand still
Rewrite the of Egypt, who made the Holy Bible
Or Koran, how long ago, who made the Holy
Of I Self Lord And Master, who the vital
Parts of heart, who wrote the wise recitals?
Zig-Zag-Zig Allah, Arm-Leg-Leg-Arm-Head
Still puzzled the jigsaw