Luyện nghe bài hát Proceed III

Rock on, to the of dawn
Freak on to the early
Khadafi and Sue-kwon, you got it on
To my man Big Shawn, you got it on, now, yo
You got The Roots in the
We got Bahamadia in the house, representin lovely
With you ears now
It's flavor you wouldn't believe as we

I shall... proceed... and continue... to the mic (2X)

Verse One: B

Let's, kill all the small talk, and elaborate
The Roots collaborate I see myself as rather
How the words generate, whole disintergrate
when I
As if in the course flow intensive force
You best to go and check your about my textual course
Simplicity, it sounds complex, you miss it
But after you critique it you can it
I'm assissting fire force that leaves
When niggaz simplify you'll feel no sympathi
My send you on a permanent excursion
I never decide when your lifespan was submergin
My style is urban not surburban I'm splurgin
Gosh MC's I wash more than detergent
I can split the Red Sea but
Take heed, style as I proceed

Verse Bahamadia

hits the melodies mellowly
Brand new, doobie, choosy with the tactics
when I Raw, like Dice, nice
the flavor, Do You Want More?!!!??!
Of the Organix,
Eargasmatic, from Distortion to
Automatic,
I'm at it
So hand me the micraphones like they did Illmatic
One time for the
Rhyme be coming from an state of mind
The real is not or half time
all the time, and I proceed
I'm on baby, I shall proceed
To remain, on point an infrared beam
Succeed, in chasing out the ultraviolet
No Mas like Shorty, 'cause all about me

Verse Three: Thought

and handsome, holdin MC's for ransome
Thoughts command some, is this, a
Crews I mangle, know my anthem ain't the Star Spangled
I hit you the most bizarre angle, rectangular
visions of papes my mind
Motivatin me to acheive as I proceed
I ride the train, traumatized to maintain
but laid back, the can relax the brain
I got to deal with everything on this intelligent
Servin as a
to the pain I live a High like Miller
Me and the mechanized
Respect with mind beyond wise
Limitless when I bless the mic with
Dialect never weak, niggaz know Tarik
From seven-fifth Snider Ave. got the flavor you
For the ingredients indeed so to the lead I proceed

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