Luyện nghe bài hát The Guidelines

Let's
Asalaam alaikum, people of good
I offer you the greeting of manifested skill
To finally the open-end chapter
As real as the that you're embodied in
To the cavity your mind is rotting in, I'll be riding in
And might have been a slight, rotation warp to curve
The course of course, I'm when I'm reportin'

I distort, I don't contort
Connect, conduct, collect, console or
In control of the roll of the wheel
My eyes are my to decipher the science
Omitting defiance the high-tech mic check
The buttons that flashed, I pushed for destruction
structure is lifted from the ground
The foundation is broke, so you float around

I'm embedded in is known as beat
Let it be shown, every is complete
In time, you'll see the pace of the pulse
Rapidly, heart rate, happily
I to be the dark man who holds the charts
I my horizontal line to make a rainbow
But it ain't the though, yo
The tried and true pros are fool's gold

Sliding through like small rodents
obviously evident, my embellishment peaks at two-ninety-two I.Q.
'Cuz Big Ace is the spinner, in the
Inventor, and I to be a winner meaning
I'll be in the inner ovaries, overload, overboard
hearin' 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 you my exhibit
Not inhibited, not even a little bit I'm inclined
My attempts to redefine your hip-hop
And you can play the sidelines, rhymes in your spare time
My attempts to redefine your guideline
You can play the sideline, write rhymes in spare time
'Cuz I'd rather stimulate mind than emulate your purpose
And we have only on the surface of the serpent

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

I off the dramatization and I balance
Always the challenge
To show the world the incredible
I cut the corners, smooth out the
Worthlessness is half of the problem
I read the grid kid, I did column
I the animal kingdom, and the phylum
Whylum style 'em until they get to hit the

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

I incubate 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 days come, right before the light
I my watch and stand right before the mic
By the powers, vested in me, I MC's

Food for thought, caught on to the end of the rope and
Then stiff as if I was on a cliff
Not sticks, my feet are made of bricks
When I walk my footprints cement
I am not practical nor am I
Nor am I oblivious to, hideous
Every city is captured and in my mind

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

I'm, some, experiment that is out of control
I'm some big black hole
I square up, select, and every tangle
I flare up, and you can try, any
Bermuda, but I bury the barracuda
Then I'm, octagon in the with the pollen