Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Battle

f/ Miz

Intro: The Damaja

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

Marvel
Thought I disappeared now that the has cleared
I come times with inabitions, face to face with fears
While stars wishing that I can shift 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 wounds, thoughts consume all consetions
Give birth to these rhymes like an C-section
Uhh, positive connection throughout the
Time to switch to reality, make arrangements
for the souls of
It's the same for niggas that with that slave mentality
Or these ass rappers, they got no originality
But my mentality, helps me travel around the
gets shorter, I'm on the water, run insanity
It seems like everyone was me
Three's a nasty girl Vanity
Make niggas wild, I smoke la, anything to my sanity
Ain't got no friends, with me is family
If they standing next to me, what it seems to be

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

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

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Black, black,

verbal, power, verbal,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Step on first month Capricorn, quiet
Jeans and my everyday uniform
Elegants ruffness and inocence, if ever a form
Hell have a fury like a scorn
My niggas strife to perform, I to break the norm

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

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