Luyện nghe bài hát War Ensamble

[Ikon the
I exit out of my
Fourth Horseman of the
For my esophagus breathes evil that just
Abolishes, to the darkness of
Mental enteral that through an ancient acropolis
Conquered this, from a to genius
Took DNA from the Shroud of and cloned Jesus
Merciless leaders, the galaxy
Born to a on the seas of Gallilee
Battle me and suffer from my apostles
Leave you in in the castle of Nosferatu
Ikon is and mortals cause contusions
Hologram is for placing poison in Christian communion
Slash, with the actions of
Crucifixions, in by Pontius Pilate
I walk naked in the of David with pride
you to bleed just to make sure that you're still alive
Crystallize, we it live, y'all can't see me
Banish satanic like Ayatollah Komeini
I break in half, setting staff with math
I wait and laugh, a *fucking* blood bath.

I bring the gory thats demorally derogatory
Mad expedition in your auditory
Categories apply
Your eye is blinded by my battle raps
Like your habitat is Halifax
I run you out your native city
Shay's committee is pretty witty we show no
I deflate then wack MCs who replicate
Every of Esoteric found up in their record crate
I devastate, homosapian
Like catacalysm inbreded with an anachronism
My precision incisions on your acrotism
Battling is a bad decision you with lacerisims
I ass like masochism dominatrix
That's the
Hologram The Matrix
To kids
Fifty MCs to my credit
Learn from the druid better known as

In this the final conflict high powers and ides to enlist this
The fluid I spit is
Without so much as
And the swiftness of what you transisted
Can carry info, a widow slapped when you missed
cut by my discus
Forged upon the anvils of ------ hand skills
I slam your damn
Execute in Greco-Roman
Roll controls the battle
Exploding through the
I fear, reads cereberal centipedes
And Evil the feeble flee
Holdings of a rapper thats headed for the sky the
Is to be viewed by the mischievious eyes of
I your verse so I went back in time
Waited in your mother's warm
To kill you before you born
zygotes my hands split the trunk of petrified oaks
It's to die folks
You think that I
I you die slow
Your are broken tied to horses
Quartered as forces you in opposite directions
Dissection of my
Will to the unveiling of blood shield
In a tiny will reveal
That a giant computer
Which is similar to
wreck
From the million of rhymes that rest on Virtuoso's neck