Luyện nghe bài hát Live From the D.J. Stretch Armstrong Show

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Yo so get the mic burned, open it up

Thought]
Yes I, it out
It's like, you listen to the
Umbilicle mic, my strikes ya vision
I take you through a of thought, wit no support
Now you got off guard, by the number one scar for the Illa-Fifth
Lyrically for feelin this, Black Thought yo the assisted
By the B, the symbol you remember me to be type valid
Disasterous, the master bust this, for the listener
Black Thought yo, I exhibit the
Styles, from the artist, boast strokes of darkness, enter the style
Severin rooms like apartments, ill flavor
I'm a skyscraper by
wit my number one neighbor, Common
>From the city of Illinois, you destroy when we bombin,
Off the top-a, the dome don-datta Mr. Trotter
Aiyyo we lotta MC's, on the line of this ready to rhyme
So I'm gon' set go down wit mine, rewind, check it out

I persue fairs, relaxed like Dru Down's hair
Other niggas are like gang signs, I throw down theirs
On Knotts I Landed, players get played Hamlet
Supposedly nice, for granted like life
I write and drop singles in record pools
Niggas I'm dunkin like when cops mingle, hip hop jingles
Rhymin big words and not sayin
The click that you in wit, the accent you flavor whipped
I got my nigga Tariq, I freak it in the of the week
Niggas is weak an' and I start to
Niggas start to leakin, my nigga D an'
I'm foreseein the future, funky for human
Like I was the Biz Mark, I bring the iller
Com be the rhyme killer, I spill a
Little bit of juice to a MC who need a new
Got my nigga in the spot and I rock like crack
I'm to attack, Thoughts is Black
Niggas understand the intelligence and to this rhyme
I Stretch a nigga all the line like I was Bobbito or Armstrong
Com's song'll keep goin, I start the
My flowin is to earth
The birth is through, listenin to cut old school *laughin*
?Tremblin it came down the shoot?

[Pharoahe
(Pharoahe) Yeah (Pharoahe) yeah yeah
(Pharoahe) yeah yo
Always beginnin em, forever blendin them, bendin em again and
Sendin em back, lettin em know that minimum
Subliminally em for criminal ac-tivity
Mics I chop like State Seminoles wit criminal facts
And milly I piss on your promotional wax
It'll be tight but only this, nigga swears he's the nicest
Just he got rhyme of the month twice
Four mic devices, the gem star blade the slices
and dices, Absolute
Absolute uh, Absolute uh, uh (kill it)

Yes, the microphone
My words enlight your dome
When I'm quick to strike your home just Capone
N-Noreaga, wit The War Report, my orrator will yours
Still waitin for the to come in, I'm dangerous like Satan
Eatin bacon in front of a Muslim, battle you and your cousin
It's the for black attack
When I, yes quick to subtract the
I go from track to track, bouncin in the mounds and coutin
Flowin like water from a when I deliver
water from a river makin you shiver
That's for sore, the connoisseur rippin
Yes, but I'm about to get
You'll catch a ill reflection from too close to the speaker
When I reach ya, it's more clearer, outta the era

[Black
It's like this, we keep you open like a
Took a shot of hip hop, it's
For my man from the of Representatives
And turn it out, aiyyo I always do, what I'ma bout ta
Do I you a style and throw you?
For all competitors, Black Thought through the seckle 'cause
I'm the superior style and you
Let me adjust my voice so you can me ta--
Bust the, microphone
Pure skills, nuttin but it, all of a
MC's just start to studdered the rap style
Hey yo let me rewind it out, check it out
Well the, deranged style that change formats and forms
I swarm killa bees for feelin these fantasies
MC's throw a tantrum, I sing the Anthem
Aiyyo it's like this, my song your preference
You can never attempt to reach that where my is
Black Thought competitives, off the dome top
Yo my microphone stop, my man Com drop

And don't halt, I it was my fault
I came through like a malt, niggas tried to pour salt
But never knew the flavor, my shit is accented Chicago
Niggas follow, hold the bottle
My keep flowin
Now I'm showin this poetry in motion a picure
Read the scripture, understood the New Testament
Start to it
The is like this, where the beat went
I give MC's the treatment
tried to come against me, I told em they wasn't fresh
Rappers I Crush, and Destroy like Stress
Extinction Agenda, Com Sense'll send a-nother
Mothafucker to the bathroom, he didn't have to shit on the mic
That I had, like the nigga Com Sense, I don't need a pad
Off the dome, my shit'll roam/Rome a Greek
I start to speak, and niggas sound weak/week
Like seven days, I take ya seven whole like Tony
Never been a phony, Express styles like a
ya horses, Com Sense read The Sources
Toss this type of shit go straight through, I lost this
One time, it came the rap sunshine
Niggas follow me one time
Check it out nig-- my man is unsigned, ready to get it on
It's like this the mic yo I sit upon

[Pharoahe
Yo yo, check it out now, one now, Pharoahe Monch yo
It's not at the bar, even if you a star
Wit me and my baby doll you won't go far
I seek the love of Allah, the I lay
the upper echelon of light display
Funk distributed rap pro, to facts so
Cleverly put, more revolutions a axel
The sad slow nigga much smoother Coltrane
Who can cop beats that I like cocaine
The effortless action wit moves subtraction
Lip, stick and admit wit mo'
And all the while my can pile up
More data than X-File shows all up
The educated nigga Queens, by any means
any fiends, similar to Supreme Team
But like steam I will rise to the top to the cream
For niggas who for hip hop
I pop glock and bla-block and chop spots
>From top notch cops to bust from a
Positioning, Absolute, what c'mon c'mon kick the dome

The word was precision so I get a vision
And sentences on top of your cranium
Underground,
Crossin the Mediterranean, water to MC's
Who can't across the border
across, the window, not a nympho
Lookin at my man, the Jedi duck the lead fly
My man just took a picture, so I snapped it
Lookin at the man who got the joint in his shit, the back shit
I pack shit but it's never like an
I'm causin static like the opposite of Bounce
I get, throwing mad
at my man Bobbito and Stretch
I gotta catch the
I'm come off weak 'cause weak is the opposite of strong
I used to smoke the but now I got the Heineken
It's my turn to rhyme
Don't need to be greedy, I my old gear to the needy
Used to write 'cause I got the burner
You might not get that but you I pass it back to my man wit the head
Yo

*talking and to end*