Luyện nghe bài hát Cemantics

yo
Let's talk the incredible rap flow
We can have a Dinner for Five with Favreau
See it to me natural
One of my integral attributes, is to be lyrically
I can prove who's nicer, not an emcee
Through scientific hypothesis
In recent times, I it's never been about the rhymes
The is very politicized
Those who sympathize with they and minds
Show hatred through the mouth, body language and
I say to myself, why do I even try
In spite of happens, I love it until I die

If you believe in the other dimensions you been duped
They're the main ingridience in cosmic soup
See the mouse?, it
Edit the edges with
Is this the picture of a duck or a
You see ass and tits?, to madness
Please, try to interpret the following
mechanics
Translated into Canibus language you'll understand it
It's on the crowd is cheering me on
Waving they arms, like they doing Falun
three quarters of a million troops strong
In a single file line, out a mile long
of the second law
Isolated physical systems toward greater disorder
Across the dry desert in the featureless
Water is to the meaning of man
I but I won't tell
There's more to the human race than proteins and protocells
evolution, L- and D-form sudunits
That come the love of Hip Hop and Rap music

The scourge of the words, I attack the with
I bet you dry and emerge wet, what you think?
Confuse my shrink with english, the publication refuses to
My daughter likes blue, and my son likes
Man, give me a
kind of world are we living inn? I think it stinks
Whatever life you live, it's a quiz
If you percieve to be real maybe it is
Force your kids to listen to Dead Prez, they go to bed
Send them to school, put in special Ed
their paranoia of the feds
Make they grow dreads and they live on the edge
The philosiphy of the hard-knocks, pan-psychics sit on the
And attempt to talk to
In the projects they harvest the human crop
Organic robots that bleed they get shot
If you can survive or thrive in the ghetto
You deserve a Congressional
My heart goes out to all the bloods
The has reasons the mind knows not of
From the first to the twelfth
I keep a twelfth pump in the trunk, for the day when Hell
Was invincible on the mic I held one
My motto was to blaze all and none
I came, I saw, I conquered, now just an empty void
Mic Club come holla at boy