Luyện nghe bài hát The Guidelines

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alaikum, people of good will
I offer you the greeting of manifested skill
To reveal the open-end chapter
As real as the flesh you're embodied in
To the skull cavity your mind is rotting in, be riding in
And there might have been a slight, rotation to curve
The course of course, I'm when I'm reportin'

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

I'm embedded in what is known as
Let it be shown, every is complete
In time, you'll see the of the pulse pump
Rapidly, heart rate, marched
I happen to be the dark man who holds the
I arch my horizontal line to 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 peaks at two-ninety-two I.Q.
Big Ace is the spinner, in the center
Inventor, and I to be a winner meaning
be in the inner outer ovaries, overload, overboard
Overseas oversees more, than the eye
Can I stand, limited primitive, sentimentalist,
The way I shape this landscape, automatically this, vivid
I it a rivet, hold it, stand at the pivot

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

me part of the dust, in the dusk
I collect the samples from the rust
Penetrate the crust then no living
by the sonic, language passion
Your ashes spark the flashes, of the
From beyond, what of planet could I be on?
I know, but I'ma be on for eons, and eons
While many think that can never play out
Get trapped in a time frame and never their way out

I stay off the dramatization and I
seeking the challenge
To show the world the talents
I cut the corners, out the surfaces
Worthlessness is just half of the
I the grid 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 remember the lone
biologist machine with the verbal
Internal mind fertile, foot, over
like girdle, and my word'll be the last

I every other millennium
I fast and I hibernate, to any of 'em
I am potent,
No color, no odor, no taste, no replaceable
No heart, no head, just a
The darkest days come, right the light
I my watch and stand right before the mic
By the powers, in me, I digested MC's

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 made of
When I walk my indent cement
I am not nor am I unusual
Nor am I oblivious to, crimes
Every city is captured and in my mind

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

I'm, some, government experiment is out of control
I'm from some big hole
I square up, select, and rec'd every
I flare up, and you can try, any
Bermuda, but I bury the barracuda
Then I'm, octagon in the wind the pollen