Luyện nghe bài hát The Birth (broken Hearts)

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

They say wisdom, is the wise spoken
By a attemptin' to open
The graves, of mentally dead slaves
Who've been on a cross, for decades
And centuries, lookin' for the
But nothin', but misery
And hard times, and things of that
By the devil in a caper
Little Boy Peep, has lost his
But I found 'em, in a long sleep
Nine thousand miles from home
Livin' the life of a Flintstone
We the people, supposed to be
But the men who wrote that, they was
owners, who did not include us
They just used us, and us
they trick you, then mentally kill you
And use technologies, to you
This whole plan was a perfect
See that's why they called it, the Six Million Man
Six is the limitation of the
In the Million square of land that he settles
Put you in a piece suit, give you loot
in your head to make you look cute
They use you as a fool to your own people
And fillin' my head with pins and needles
But I'll out the pins you inserted
And I'll avenge all my that you murdered
And brutalized, by this form of slavery
To speak the it takes bravery
And no man could my flow
Because I know what I speak and I what I know

Yo, as a life can be slowed down 20 frames per
Seen through
The inner inside my mind's shines expands the prism
A man of wisdom, victorious and the
Sight beyond sight we stand up as Warriors
Who with the mighty right hand of God
Yield the holy sword, swings the rod
Then bathe in the pond of Nirvana, escape the realm of
Allow the true grace of God to through my persona
And build the terms that's constructive
As we destroy the negative germs destructive
Productively, sincerely, we the righteous banner
With the gold touch of Midas, mold the hammer
And anvil, to the of Man-drill
Ignite to the speed of light cause time to still
Rewrite the of Egypt, who made the Holy Bible
Or Koran, how ago, who made the Holy Title?
Of I Self Lord And Master, who the vital
Parts of your heart, who the wise recitals?
Ruler Allah, Arm-Leg-Leg-Arm-Head
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