Luyện nghe bài hát The Guidelines

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Asalaam alaikum, people of will
I offer you the of thought manifested skill
To finally reveal the open-end
As real as the flesh that embodied in
To the cavity your mind is rotting in, I'll be riding in
And there might have been a slight, rotation to curve
The course of course, I'm cordial when I'm

I distort, I don't contort
Connect, conduct, collect, or conceal
In full of the roll of the wheel
My are my appliance to decipher the science
Omitting defiance with the mic check
The buttons that flashed, I pushed for destruction
Your structure is lifted from the
The foundation is broke, so you float around

I'm embedded in what is as beat
Let it be shown, enzyme is complete
In time, you'll see the of the pulse pump
Rapidly, heart rate, happily
I happen to be the man who holds the charts
I arch my line to make a rainbow
But it the same though, yo
The and true pros are chasing fool's gold

Sliding through like small rodents
It's obviously evident, my embellishment peaks at I.Q.
'Cuz Big Ace is the spinner, in the
Inventor, and I to be a winner meaning
I'll be in the inner outer ovaries, overload,
hearin' oversees more, than the eye
Can I stand, primitive, sentimentalist, escapist
The way I this landscape, automatically makes this, vivid
I it a rivet, hold it, stand at the pivot

I love it, learn to live it, give you my exhibit
Not inhibited, not even a little bit I'm inclined
My attempts to redefine hip-hop guidelines
And you can play the sidelines, write in your spare time
My to redefine your hip-hop guideline
You can play the sideline, write rhymes in spare time
'Cuz I'd rather stimulate your mind emulate your purpose
And we have only touched on the of the serpent

Consider me part of the dust, in the
I must the samples from the rust
Penetrate the then trust no living
Driven by the sonic, passion
ashes spark the flashes, of the neon
From beyond, what kind of could I be on?
I don't know, but I'ma be on for eons, and
While many think that they can never out
Get trapped in a frame and never find their way out

I stay off the and I balance
seeking the challenge
To show the world the incredible
I cut the corners, out the surfaces
Worthlessness is half of the problem
I read the kid, I did every column
I note the animal kingdom, and the
Whylum style 'em they get to hit the target

I it on the bullseye, of flies and the buffalo wing in the sky
My architectnique sparks the streets of your resting ground
I suggest that you warn town
I inhabit the oxygen, off the memory
You will never forget to the lone wolverine
Marine biologist with the verbal
mind fertile, foot, over hurdle
Tight girdle, and my word'll be the last

I incubate every other
I fast and I hibernate, to any of 'em
I am potent,
No color, no odor, no taste, no parts
No heart, no head, a carcass
The darkest days come, right before the
I watch my watch and right before the mic
By the powers, vested in me, I digested

Food for thought, on to the end of the rope and swung
stood stiff as if I was on a cliff
Not beneath sticks, my feet are of bricks
When I walk my footprints indent
I am not nor am I unusual
Nor am I oblivious to, hideous
Every is captured and trapped in my mind

Given the tap as the final rap climbs
My attempts to redefine hip-hop guidelines
You can play the sidelines, write in your spare time
My attempts to your hip-hop guidelines
You can play the sidelines, rhymes in your spare time
'Cuz I have become the owl on the prowl
Master of the free penpal style I'm, om-nipotent

I'm, some, government experiment that is out of
I'm from some big hole
I square up, select, and every tangle
I flare up, and you can try, any
Even Bermuda, but I the barracuda
I'm, octagon in the wind with the pollen