Luyện nghe bài hát The Fire in Which You Burn

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now we can all become of the Flies
When this sees it's demise
Hold it up and try to destruct you get zapped with eyes
The factions 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 in talk soup then reform
With an fierceness, display these powers of storm
I wasn't born in a manger but I still received gifts
Alphabetically they're Big Juss, Mr. Len, and I
See the field scurry, I the killer, caution
Try to merk off of the but you choked on my motherfuckin' portion
Spade within' my excrement parody
Your insanity is my clarity, not to convention
Is a great war weapon, disguised under the of institutionalism
But prison, the bad batch of jism

Who stands, who falls, this is the one the DJ calls lick the ass
On the wack I keep tabs like Timothy and or Ascap
The iron lung is non rustable, you're
As in smoking dust or sonic
That been thoroughly debated
Got my name up in your mouth cock or gingivitis
When every rhyme the official
New for wannabewriters

a smack to the face on principle
Even when I say nothing it's a beautiful use of space
Indelibles is invincible, El-P don't forget the fuckin'
on Colombo I know you figured this shit out
Nobody the same

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

Yo, catch the rarest glimpses of the planet once known as
That gravitated, inner violence heated it up, then it burnt
It be these two style slide niggaz who will rock off any beat you
Cell therapy south goodie mob and special 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
at you in a blazing orange hunting vest thirty yard night scope
First day of deer hunting, you got scoped out like the Juss
Not the type of nigga to steal any scene too son
I might lace you, leave the EP evidence and I'm gone