Luyện nghe bài hát War Ensamble

[Ikon the
I out of my sarcophagus
Fourth of the apocaplyse
For my esophagus breathes evil that just
Abolishes, to the of Mephastophales
Mental enteral that went through an ancient
Conquered this, from a fetus to
Took DNA from the Shroud of Turin and Jesus
Merciless leaders, the 19th
Born to a storm on the seas of
Battle me and suffer from my apostles
Leave you in shackles in the castle of
Ikon is hostile and mortals cause
Hologram is known for placing poison in Christian
Slash, with the actions of
Crucifixions, in by Pontius Pilate
I walk naked in the house of David pride
Force you to bleed just to make sure that you're alive
Crystallize, we it live, y'all can't see me
Banish satanic verses like Komeini
I break in half, setting with ancient math
I and laugh, create a *fucking* blood bath.

I bring the gory oratory demorally derogatory
Mad expository expedition in auditory
don't apply
Your mind's eye is by my battle raps
cateracts your habitat is Halifax
Once I run you out your native
Shay's committee is witty we show no pity
I deflate then separate wack MCs who
Every trace of Esoteric found up in their crate
I devastate, metabolism
human catacalysm inbreded with an anachronism
My precision makes incisions on acrotism
Battling is a bad leaving you with lacerisims
I whoop ass like dominatrix
the basics
Hologram The Matrix
To fake
Fifty MCs to my credit
from the druid better known as Esoteric

In this the final conflict high powers and copper ides to this
The fluid I is viscous
Without so much as
And with the swiftness of what you
Can carry info, a widow slapped when you missed
cut by my discus
Forged upon the anvils of Prophestus ------ hand
I your damn grill
in Greco-Roman holds
Roll the battle gear
Exploding through the
I fear, reads cereberal centipedes
And Evil Steades the feeble
Holdings of a rapper thats headed for the sky the
Is to be viewed by the eyes of Loki
I your verse so I went back in time
Waited in your mother's warm
To kill you before you born
Like zygotes my split the trunk of petrified oaks
It's time to die
You think I joke
I you die slow
Your wrists are tied to horses
Quartered as forces pull you in directions
Dissection of my
lead to the unveiling of blood shield
In a tiny time reveal
That a giant computer
Which is similar to
Downloaded
From the million megabytes of rhymes that on Virtuoso's neck