Luyện nghe bài hát Curriculum 101

Intro: Claims are made
for me go far beyond the available evidence,
And in fact in many are often contradictive evidence,
And that me.

Forensic psychologist Dubois explains,
"You'll never understand Germaine",
speaches, puzzles in pieces,
The subchemichal deepness, of his excretions,
Realms of and Hell,
angelic gel, spliced wit' bovine leukemia cells,
Demons in Hell, call to me
I scream "What can you offer me?" reply "technosorcery"
They tell me the meek will inherit the world, Cause they weak,
Standin of two 12 feet,
I dream quasi-Draconian when I sleep,
Peyote leafs mixed with the of a priest
In a room where the ceiling leaks of grease,
Where the living eats the dead, and the reek,
bottom transforms human beings to beasts,
Why the fuck you we got canine teeth?,
the optical stimuli, of watching men cry,
I I have time to repent before I die,
me at the beach, if the sea is outta reach,
Cause when I speak, what's fluid concrete,
a falcon up in the sky, Ten-thousand feet,
Looking down at you bitches, at me,
shiftin to 45 degrees,
I'm too crooked to see, I the books that I read,
Sucking the breasts of knowledge, constantly weaning,
a genious without meaning,
Trying to what Harry Houdini was feeling,
Hand-cuffed under water, breathing,
death, on a fatal quest for air,
But why should care, he put himself there,
His career was on facing his fears,
To take from the hand of the man upstairs,
He didn't mind the cold stares he got his peers,
couldn't tell him where he was going, or how to get there,
It's better to be and fail,
Then to be scared and of yourself, and still get killed,
Don't rhyme like I used to, but I got skills,
More than a couple confirmed kills, the belt,
emcees like huntin elk,
Camoflaged in the brush for stealth, determined as Hell,
I don't do this for anybody, my self,
a muthafucka like a trophy on my shelf,
Fuck the nigga, i do this for dolo,
Flow from the first to 24 oh oh,
round the clock, as I cup of cocoa,
But I be a no-show, If my cries "don't go",
And if she gimme blow more than two in a row,
I'd chill with her, than kill you wit' a rhyme that I wrote,
Count how many mics I smoked, minus the goat(ll j diss)
Bus is dope, my average higher than most,
I'm on the mic, I release fire from throat,
If you disagree, do it quietly folks,
Anybody better Bis, Must be a hoax,
man? No, what about the great white hope?,(eminem diss, start)
What? Man you be sniffin great white coke,
Don't you know that's like Gary Coleman the Hulk?
Still not even that close,
I'm great white bitin you're rubber dingy boat, 50 miles out the coast,
What the fuck is the with you?
I'll beat you and blue, Then I'll get a tat of you too,
matter fact I'll put a of me on you,
A 10 by 10 C-logo, blue,
The most emcee battle of all time,
I rip jackers like you, you know the sign,(eminem diss, finish)
cobras, that hover over Jehova,
In autogiros, and sycamore rotors,
Hydrogen proxide, vapours,
these words shouldn't even rhyme off paper,
In theory, for every that can hear me, I'ma blaze em,
In practice, my style's even greater,
Can't you see I'm spittin, Can't you hear the difference,
Compared to me, you're inefficient,
You need ten the enzymes, to process one of my rhymes,
You got to rewind one of my lines,
Do you how to paraphrase?,
Do yo even understand the narrorator is tryin to say?,
The climax explodes, nobody can my flow,
the language is too dope,
Acedemic journals my lyrical quotes,
they parralellism in all the albums I wrote,
In any track, I come off automatically,
Whether I in an active, or passive capacity,
that I spit, is synonymous to a glyph,
Written on tablets of mortar mix,
Super, superb, analyze the words,
like observing the birds, flying above the earth,
The Eye of Horus, the miniture tauri within a torus,
With on the chorus, I still sound enormous,
Borderlin insanity, to break through humanity's border,
With a new cirriculum quarter,
I'm the porter, of the portal, of the Mic Club Order,
Baptize you wit' Jamaican rum and water,
If you got a hundrd bars, 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 a record deal?,
Explain the grand unified field,so I can test your skill,
Do it in front of the class, chart it,
And in Latin, not Spanish god-dammit,
Step back so I can at it, (speaking in spanish)
Huh?, what the fuck is that whack
You're clumsy and dumb, like a hand with thumbs,
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