Luyện nghe bài hát Cemantics

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

If you don't believe in the other dimensions you duped
They're the main ingridience in this soup
See the mouse?, it
Edit the with Avid
Is this the picture of a or a rabbit
You see ass and tits?, to madness
Please, try to interpret the following
mechanics
Translated into Canibus language never understand it
It's on the crowd is cheering me on
Waving they arms, like they Falun Gong
Firearms three quarters of a million strong
In a single file line, stretched out a long
of the second law
Isolated physical systems lead greater disorder
Across the dry desert in the sand
is secondary to the meaning of man
I know but I tell
There's more to the human race than polymers proteins and
evolution, L- and D-form sudunits
That from the love of Hip Hop and Rap music

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