Luyện nghe bài hát Metaphore Warfare

I'm like batman, I'm glad man, I swing my
Clock stetsons heads on attention
Grab retired mc's their
Dimension suspension, switch a
Head runs like an engine I mention
Brain excites after few donation - ovation
ignites like benzedrine
Dieseloil, to be coil, foil
Spittin' rhymes a gargoyle
all, destroy all who try to soil
My ground, path, space, my zone
The clone - the one who rocks his mouth proud, soon a syphon
Laxative, crap the shit, hyperactive for the
Baby should be clean here's the towel
Diaper, 'cos I'm hyper I'm the babysit
What time is it - to refresh kid - my wit, you bit
My funky cuckoo crap - runs outta your ass kid -
Smell scents, whack fragrance
of waste, crap-mc jams

Take a pick, take a style if you
'Cos I'm prepared for metaphore

to the crumb-bun, I'm like a plumber
Pull yo brainplug, flow down the
Tumor, bummer, diseased cells you lumber
Infect your humor, call my
- the man - wit pepjam, medicine, anacin
Vitamin -
Pencil-push bacteria, you skill 'em
Local rapeteria for
Slobbin' - nil and -
For caterpillarin' - my rap like plants
Rap build eggs to propagate
To a phase to flaunt beauty
Wings detailed, all surrogate for
Your lyrics, but you to wipe the booty
Moody I'm not sting like a bee on cooney
Hocus - styles to pick the one to whose bogus i
Focus my antenna, I'm plague your dome like locust
Mentis - hench this - you like beans and
The ambitions so nutritious so me beast or savage
Your style is poor, hard to score, against the
You got ready plus be steady on a metaphore

a pick, take a style if you dare
'Cos I'm prepared for warfare