Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Battle

f/ Miz

Intro: The Damaja

In the time hip hop was strong
The Supahuman Klik ruled the
that futuristic hip hop, presently in time
The first lieutenant in arms of the Klik
Was the all mighty, all powerful, Miz
I think she can it how she does better

{Miz
I disappeared now that the smoke has cleared
I come from times inabitions, face to face with fears
While shootin stars wishing that I can my gears

So I my glass eye, I drink to that, say cheers
And let the fire water wash away the tears, burn like
On open wounds, thoughts all consetions
Give birth to these rhymes like an C-section
Uhh, positive connection the galaxy
Time to switch to reality, proper arrangements
for the of fatalities
It's the same for niggas that stuck that slave mentality
Or these ass rappers, they got no originality
But my mentality, helps me around the galaxy
Time gets shorter, I'm on the water, run
It like everyone was after me
a nasty girl like Vanity
Make niggas wild, I smoke la, anything to keep my
Ain't got no friends, everyone with me is
If they standing next to me, nothing's it seems to be

Sending energy, when I rhyme, but no time for questions
If is my bible, when I fall in hip hop sessions
Of the tribal blessings, to be learned
Respect had to be earned and not

On the fourth of them but not the men that living
Guy collides, when selfish minds can't to be forgiven
Ain't no back the hands of time,
past spirits have risen

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Black, black,

verbal, power, verbal,

{Miz
of the moon and the force of a sonic boom
Help me heel like battle wounds, to shit I'm immune
We come thru like the first platoon, smoke filled rooms

Into it seems like magic mushrooms, from the to the tomb
I got a meetin in the ladies room, I be real soon
o-o-o-oh

To strike the deathblow, continue with a never ending
And all pro, position, like a crossbow

Friend or foe, gas heads go from C.E.O. to row
See the toxic green flow, poison waters overflow
Paint a mental picture, lyrical
Words pierced with the sting of a
Beats mad bong, to collapse the of Jericho

Overflow and explore, I hope you got your blunts
'cause is the same, no matter which zip code
My pro, bitches is robbed,
suckin the out your ear lobe
I keep it like a barcode of Illuminati
And fight these devils back the Code of Hammurabi

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{Miz
I strike with magnum force, you on a collision course
no remorse, I tap the source and knock you off ya high horse
While beats and rhymes have to reproduce their first born
Never sworn not to make the same mistakes as there

Written on there face, time worn sharpen a poison desert storm

Step on first month Capricorn, quiet
and boots my everyday uniform
Elegants and inocence, if ever given a form
Hell have a fury like a women's
My niggas strife to perform, I to break the norm

Give me any and I perform lyrical quiet storms
I it hot, you keep it luke warm
From hotels to college dorms, keep these niggas souls

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Lot of other people, other groups aware of consciousness
Virtually impossible to defend against (repeated and over)