Luyện nghe bài hát Curriculum 101

Intro: are being made
That for me go far the available evidence,
And in in many cases are often contradictive evidence,
And that me.

psychologist Samual Dubois explains,
"You'll probally never Germaine",
Incoherant speaches, in pieces,
The deepness, of his glandular excretions,
of Heaven and Hell,
Glowin angelic gel, wit' bovine leukemia cells,
Demons in Hell, call to me
I scream "What can you offer me?" reply "technosorcery"
tell me the meek will never inherit the world, Cause they weak,
Standin of two 12 feet,
I dream quasi-Draconian when I sleep,
Peyote leafs mixed the blood of a priest
In a room the ceiling leaks of crimson grease,
Where the living the dead, and the dead reek,
Rock bottom human beings to beasts,
Why the you think we got canine teeth?,
the optical stimuli, of watching men cry,
I hope I time to repent before I die,
me at the beach, if the sea is outta reach,
Cause when I speak, fluid becomes concrete,
a falcon up in the sky, Ten-thousand feet,
Looking at you bitches, lookin at me,
Phase to 45 degrees,
I'm too crooked to see, I memorize the books I read,
Sucking from the of knowledge, constantly weaning,
Unbeseemingly a genious meaning,
Trying to visualize what Houdini was feeling,
Hand-cuffed water, without breathing,
Near death, on a fatal for air,
But why should care, he put himself there,
His career was on facing his fears,
To destiny from the hand of the man upstairs,
He mind the cold stares he got from his peers,
they couldn't tell him he was going, or how to get there,
better to be prepared and fail,
Then to be scared and unsure of yourself, and get killed,
rhyme like I used to, but I still got skills,
More a couple confirmed kills, under the belt,
Huntin emcees huntin elk,
in the dense brush for stealth, determined as Hell,
I do this for anybody, except my self,
stuff a muthafucka like a on my shelf,
Fuck the promo nigga, i do for dolo,
Flow the first hour to 24 oh oh,
the clock, long as I cup of cocoa,
But I be a no-show, If my cries "don't go",
And if she gimme more than two times in a row,
I'd rather chill with her, than kill you a rhyme that I wrote,
Count how many I smoked, minus the goat(ll cool j diss)
Bus is dope, my battlin' higher than most,
When I'm on the mic, I release fire throat,
If you disagree, please do it folks,
Anybody better than Bis, be a hoax,
Black man? No, what about the great hope?,(eminem diss, start)
What? Man you be sniffin great white coke,
Don't you know that's Gary Coleman fightin the Hulk?
Still not quite that close,
I'm great white you're rubber dingy boat, 50 miles out from the coast,
What the fuck is the Mathers with
I'll beat you black and blue, I'll get a tat of you too,
matter fact put a tatoo of me on you,
A 10 by 10 C-logo, blue,
The most theatrical emcee of all time,
I rip jackers like you, you know the sign,(eminem diss, finish)
cobras, that hover over Jehova,
In motorized autogiros, and rotors,
proxide, gaseous vapours,
Technically these words even rhyme off paper,
In theory, for every soul that can hear me, blaze em,
In practical practice, my style's greater,
Can't you see what I'm spittin, you hear the difference,
Compared to me, you're inefficient,
You need ten times the enzymes, to one of my rhymes,
You got to rewind one of my lines,
Do you how to paraphrase?,
Do yo even understand what the is tryin to say?,
The explodes, nobody can foreshadow my flow,
Figuratively the is too dope,
Acedemic journals my lyrical quotes,
they show parralellism in all the I wrote,
In any track, I come off automatically,
Whether I write in an active, or capacity,
Poetry that I spit, is to a glyph,
on tablets of clay mortar mix,
Super, superb, analyze the words,
like observing the birds, flying above the earth,
The Eye of Horus, the miniture tauri a great torus,
With on the chorus, I still sound enormous,
Borderlin insanity, tryin' to break through border,
With a new cirriculum quarter,
I'm the porter, of the portal, of the Mic Club Order,
Baptize you Jamaican white rum and water,
If you got a bars, than I know you a warrior,
I'll be the one that awards you, and pins the on you,
Dedicate a song to you, now you honorable,
You want a deal?,
the lyrical grand unified field,so I can test your skill,
Do it in of the class, chart diagram it,
And write in Latin, not god-dammit,
back so I can look at it, (speaking in spanish)
Huh?, what the fuck is whack shit?
You're clumsy and dumb, like a hand with thumbs,
Welcome to MicClub, 101