Luyện nghe bài hát Earthquake

Born into
With a feeling that missing
Bred in a corn
With a synthetic
On the of a civil war
Or the forming of one
I what came first
or Darwinism?
Pledging allegiance to a
elementary
Writing curses in cursive and casting
by the spelling bee
And says congratulations

You
slavery
To paid
You actually it!
Here! Take this gown and cap and it
Like a celebration of going to school to get a job to pay for it
Like a that traded it's minerals in exchange for paper payment
Here, these are your gods, you have to 'em
I wonder who we'd worship if we captured and traded

Consider this my
Yo, It's the ruling
to rule yo ass
Prescription drug thug mule yo ass
Agricultural skills sure would yo ass
But they say, living off the land is a path
Here, work for dead Presidents, HA! yo ass
Any revolutionaries, remove yo ass
Fast, clack, quick blast, in a flash
Whiplash from the of the impact

yo shit back
As long as my head is
I'll be as political as I
Because I get
Nah, this no fuckin diss track, to distract
Or useless chat, or syntax, or
Who's ass is this fad and who has a six
batting this average, or
Compare his passes to his
There's a thousand sports
You can get package, or this package

this savage?
Hey, let's compare your emotional to my emotional baggage
And see who calls each other fastest
go out they way to fuck up my day
But I ain't even worried your bitch asses
And it's quite the optic, hard to take eyes off it
make the sky toxic
Prescribe the
Make a profit, divide the margin

You die off it
If you do, hide the autopsy
What the fuck are you to do?
in your kosher food
What the fuck is kosher food?
Third generation crops produce
Be careful who you keep to you
I'm from Atlanta, but shots out to my crew
They say, "Bobby Rae, the you is overdue"
I say hey, I got a little caught up exposing truths

I to think, what would Hova do?
Now I think, what the fuck would Macho Man and Hulk do?
Now, if Steve was America, and the Rock was Afghanistan
Then and China would be Triple HHH
And the Illuminati be Vince Macmahon
Now the haters are The Undertaker
The crowd doesn't a chance
When the international bankers are walking the stands

Slide yo ass Xan
You you a fan but you really just a lamb
Niggas start trends every day but don't get no pair of Vans
the fuck is an advance?
Niggas on colored people time
What the is in advance?
Tsh, I fucking understand
I just my fucking bandz
I'm a walking human conundrum

Like a going HAM
Looking for the promised
stories of Christopher Columbus
Holding Pocahontas'
Black History is the shortest
I just you understand, when the
Indians don't get shit but
Thanksgiving and yams, like

Here, a few casinos, huhh, sorry we took all your land, huhh
Well, let's move on, because, America's great!
Man I love it
or Republic
Lightning rod, the subject
All of religions, I'm glad I found one
All of these beliefs and mine's the one
Trying to process all info you hide from
Till you the fuck up out on the advice son
and religion condition your mind hon'

Whatever's prohibited, imma defy
The smell of is making my eyes run
To authority, i'm the
I'm not a pacifist, or a
I got all the answersises
I got a louder mic, and better stanzas, ya bitch
Oh i'm sorry, did I offend

What the fuck you think goes on in schools you your kids to?
What the you think they serve for lunch, what's on the menu?
That's why only ratchet shit is what these is into
A comprehendable
do what they friends do
People act so hard but really they just gentle

children
Grownups issues
Grownups children
Who grow up with
Cancer
Abandonment,
marketing screaming, "Here, let me fix you

I have the
I have the
I am the
I am not the
But give me money, give me your money, give me your money!"

Everybody's in
But is a free country!
They your pay, what a mockery
Why you on the
Hickory, dickory,
They want cable, they coffee, they want comedy
Anything to take mind off being property
Trying to say it
on my tact
But I am the

They i'm the shit like a elio-colonoscopy
They know i'm the shit by just at my discography
They know i've sent to awake this idiocracy
media, hipocrisy
Turn you into a bee
the honey tree
I'm being honest, b
Mother Earth quakes

Sky, up above the sea
God the father, the sky
Son of God, the Sun
Ra, the Eye
No more
No more folding goodbye
Adios, au revoir,