Luyện nghe bài hát Earthquake

Born competition
a feeling that something's missing
Bred in a addiction
With a synthetic
On the brink of a war
Or the forming of one
I wonder came first
or Darwinism?
Pledging to a flag
Since
Writing curses in and casting spells
Stung by the bee
And they says

You
slavery
To paid
You made it!
Here! Take this gown and cap and it
Like a celebration of to school just to get a job to pay for it
Like a nation that it's minerals in exchange for paper payment
Here, these are gods, you have to praise 'em
I wonder who we'd worship if we weren't captured and

Consider my affidavit
Yo, It's the class
Here to yo ass
Prescription drug cocaine mule yo ass
Agricultural skills sure suit 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, click clack, quick blast, in a
from the kickback of the impact

Push yo back
As long as my is intact
I'll be as as I want
Because I get
Nah, this ain't no fuckin diss track, to
Or useless chat, or syntax, or
Who's ass is this fad and who has a six
batting this average, or
Compare his to his passes
There's a sports channels
You can get this package, or package

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

You die off it
If you do, they the autopsy
What the are you supposed to do?
Morgellons in your kosher
What the fuck is even food?
Third generation won't produce
Be who you keep close to you
I'm Atlanta, but shots out to my Oakland crew
say, "Bobby Rae, the older you is overdue"
I say hey, sorry I got a caught up exposing truths

I used to think, would Hova do?
Now I think, what the fuck would Macho Man and Hogan do?
Now, if Steve Austin was America, and the Rock was
Russia and China would be Triple HHH
And the Illuminati would be Vince
Now when the are The Undertaker
The crowd stand a chance
When the international bankers are walking through the

yo ass some Xan
You think you a fan but you just a lamb
Niggas start trends every day but never get no pair of Vans
the fuck is an advance?
Niggas live on colored people
What the is in advance?
Tsh, I don't understand
I want my fucking bandz
I'm a walking human conundrum

Like a Muslim HAM
for the promised land
False stories of Christopher
Holding hand
Black History is the month
I just you understand, when the
Native don't get shit but
Thanksgiving and some yams,

Here, here's a few casinos, huhh, sorry we took all land, huhh
Well, let's just move on, because, great!
Man I fucking it
Democratic or
rod, change the subject
All of these religions, I'm glad I one
All of these beliefs and mine's the one
Trying to process all this you hide from
Till you wake the up out on the advice son
Culture and religion condition mind hon'

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

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

children
Grownups with
with children
Who grow up with
tissues
Abandonment,
Subliminal screaming, "Here, let me fix you

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

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

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

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