Luyện nghe bài hát The Fire in Which You Burn

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Fuckin' with a nigga like myself your fail
Laverne's gear your record so unless the hoe's butt naked
You're a loser, decrepit, shoulda kept it to lonesome
But you like, look everybody, I'm a silly crumb
You oughta turn to me, I flaunt essential
team all university while your squad is benchin' locally
Don't mention to me, aiyyo dem niggaz ain't atomic
Ain't the niggaz gutsy, after the disembowelin'

Don't fuck around, I eat out with your shorty the crew
And she be late for head, she a tape and dreads
And of you, a little stinger
My shit'll the epitome of bitterly jealous
Forever living minded trying to tell us
How you do it on the power-U, it's simple shit'll get
Don't let me bring it God I swing it like little kid bops
So front I keep the vexin', but to the heads
Stay to the ears just think of Lauryn Hill on phone sexin'

Relentless rhyme never ceases infinity
Forever smokin' the mic contact I be open
Naturally high and no need to the Dutchie
I'm the living circle dot dot, nobody can touch me
At my post, the high exalted, mind blower
When I rap it it's strictly, I can't believe he just said shit
Material crews, who can't straight sober
My flows your head, I enjoy the aerial view

Focus from the bird's eye, in my scenario, of
Filth eatin' weaklings, bum rushin' like dirty communists
Raisin', my Iron Curtain my words the gospel
No apples or serpents, the enlightened apostle
J-Treds, I lace heads like tennis players top
Not meanin' to cause a racket, or the menace
My words speak for themselves, so me
'Cause on the mic I've got more
Than attendance in a class of schizophrenics, hear

Drink to pick up raps, intoxicating
Got your craving my living proof, mixture of speech and
To' up from just the flow but pass the liquor over
Henny dead even when twisted I get open like Venetian
Company Flow, the fire in which you burn
I remain
J-Treds, Juggaknotz, to touch the you ought not
I remain

Check check check check check

I the Don Digital, slash, piranha
Alongside poor terrible surgeons, who blur comic
And wonder how to get bent, that Malatov shit
Unstoppable object hits wall and space split
rogue cherub got his own twisted agenda, catch that
Walkin' on flat lines, you witness me grow way beyond corporate
Let eat cake, 'cause I introduce myself as a mistake
Slipped through the quills with a serrated stabbed, sharp in the gut

Now we can all become of the Flies
When this industry it's demise
Hold it up and try to destruct you get zapped with dead
The five gigantic the fuck up and get touched
The group you received from your support group
Can't you from the bum rush

I'm known to slip arsenic mickies in talk soup then
With an unprecedented fierceness, display powers of storm
I wasn't born in a manger but I received three gifts
Alphabetically listed Big Juss, Mr. Len, and I
See the field scurry, I the killer, caution
Try to merk off of the pile but you choked on my motherfuckin'
Spade within' my excrement parody
Your insanity is my clarity, not to mention
Is a great war weapon, disguised under the guise of
But still prison, the bad of jism

Who stands, who falls, is the one the DJ calls lick the ass crack
On the wack I keep like Timothy Leary and or Ascap
The iron lung is non rustable, you're
As in smoking dust or contracts
That haven't been debated
Got my name up in your like cock or gingivitis
When every becomes the official
New for wannabewriters

Catch a to the face on principle
Even when I say it's a beautiful use of negative space
Indelibles is invincible, El-P don't forget the name
Come on Colombo I know you figured this out
Nobody sounds the

It gives me great pleasure true elements get together
And lace the track rough to withstand, any type of weather
If you want it I got it, chemically up the seams
With a poly-epoxy of a mixture that be, fatal if you sniff it
These, stupid ones pop the
Then lean into the religion
these styles straight box you up
Coming with clean concise thoughts, penetrating
Not beyond your comprehension but wide beyond the barrel

Yo, catch the rarest glimpses of the once known as Earth
That gravitated, before violence heated it up, then it burnt
It be these two style slide niggaz who rock off any beat you push
Cell therapy down south goodie mob and Ed's the bush
like this, for the niggaz who got caught sleepin' and didn't know
It be these four actors crazy kings, to revolve around CoFlow
Coming at you in a blazing orange vest thirty yard night scope
First day of deer hunting, you got out like the foreign Juss
Not the type of nigga to any scene too long son
I might lace you, leave the EP evidence and I'm gone