Luyện nghe bài hát War Ensamble

[Ikon the
I out of my sarcophagus
Horseman of the apocaplyse
For my esophagus breathes evil that demolishes
Abolishes, to the darkness of
Mental enteral that went through an ancient
Conquered this, a fetus to genius
Took DNA from the Shroud of Turin and Jesus
leaders, the 19th galaxy
Born to a storm on the seas of
me and suffer whiplash from my apostles
Leave you in shackles in the of Nosferatu
Ikon is hostile and mortals contusions
is known for placing poison in Christian communion
Slash, with the of ultra-violence
Crucifixions, in diction by Pontius
I naked in the house 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
satanic verses like Ayatollah Komeini
I break in half, staff with ancient math
I and laugh, create a *fucking* blood bath.

I bring the gory oratory demorally derogatory
Mad expository expedition in auditory
Categories don't
Your eye is blinded by my battle raps
Like cateracts your habitat is
I run you out your native city
Shay's is pretty witty we show no pity
I deflate then wack MCs who replicate
Every trace of Esoteric found up in their crate
I devastate, homosapian
Like catacalysm inbreded with an anachronism
My precision makes incisions on your
Battling is a bad leaving you with lacerisims
I whoop ass masochism dominatrix
That's the
Hologram brought The
To kids
Fifty MCs to my credit
Learn the druid better known as Esoteric

In the final conflict high powers and copper ides to enlist this
The I spit is viscous
Without so much as
And the swiftness of what you transisted
Can carry info, a slapped when you missed this
cut by my discus
Forged upon the anvils of Prophestus ------ skills
I your damn grill
Execute in Greco-Roman
Roll controls the gear
Exploding the atmosphere
I saddle fear, cereberal centipedes
And Evil the feeble flee
Holdings of a thats headed for the sky the scroll
Is to be viewed by the eyes of Loki
I hated verse so I went back in time
Waited in your mother's uterus
To kill you before you were
Like zygotes my hands the trunk of petrified oaks
It's time to die
You that I joke
I leave you die
Your wrists are broken tied to
as forces pull you in opposite directions
Dissection of my
lead to the unveiling of blood shield
In a time will reveal
That a computer body
is similar to RoboTech
Downloaded
From the million megabytes of rhymes that rest on neck