Luyện nghe bài hát War Ensamble

[Ikon the
I out of my sarcophagus
Fourth of the apocaplyse
For my esophagus breathes evil just demolishes
Abolishes, to the darkness of
Mental enteral that through an ancient acropolis
Conquered this, from a to genius
Took DNA from the Shroud of Turin and cloned
Merciless leaders, the 19th
Born to a storm on the of Gallilee
Battle me and suffer whiplash from my
Leave you in in the castle of Nosferatu
Ikon is hostile and mortals cause
Hologram is known for poison in Christian communion
Slash, with the actions of
Crucifixions, in diction by Pontius
I walk in the house of David with pride
Force you to just to make sure that you're still alive
Crystallize, we keep it live, y'all see me
Banish satanic verses like Komeini
I break in half, staff with ancient math
I and laugh, create a *fucking* blood bath.

I bring the gory thats demorally derogatory
Mad expository expedition in auditory
don't apply
Your mind's eye is by my battle raps
Like cateracts habitat is Halifax
I run you out your native city
Shay's committee is pretty we show no pity
I then separate wack MCs who replicate
Every trace of Esoteric found up in their record
I devastate, homosapian
Like human inbreded with an anachronism
My precision makes incisions on acrotism
Battling is a bad leaving you with lacerisims
I ass like masochism dominatrix
That's the
brought The Matrix
To kids
dead MCs to my credit
Learn from the druid better known as

In this the final conflict high powers and copper ides to this
The I spit is viscous
so much as whispers
And with the swiftness of what you
Can info, a widow slapped when you missed this
cut by my discus
Forged upon the of Prophestus ------ hand skills
I slam your grill
Execute in Greco-Roman
Roll controls the gear
Exploding the atmosphere
I saddle fear, reads centipedes
And Evil Steades the feeble
Holdings of a rapper thats headed for the sky the
Is to be viewed by the mischievious eyes of
I hated verse so I went back in time
Waited in your mother's warm
To kill you before you were
Like zygotes my hands the trunk of petrified oaks
time to die folks
You think I joke
I leave you die
wrists are broken tied to horses
Quartered as forces pull you in opposite
Dissection of my
Will to the unveiling of blood shield
In a time will reveal
That a computer body
Which is similar to
wreck
From the million megabytes of rhymes that on Virtuoso's neck