Luyện nghe bài hát Rapid Eye Movement

It's not latin, or white, or music
It's that cooked up coke, music
Thought and Pharoahe, the rap duet
It's that lucid rapid eye

My tank's like a piranha tank think, multiple bites figure
Mega, reality, tera,
Grand Theft Auto, modern day Mickey and Small
But I'm sick enough to walk into an art gallery and on a Picasso
Crack statues, rub my on her face, shit on it, and throw it at you
So when the intensifies
I become desensitized
Like, once I a rapper with mace
Then I spit acid in his face, after he rinsed his eyes, no
I actually grew times my size grabbed
by the thigh and slapped a rapper with him
Now that's practicing sacrilegious
Attack is for battle, and practical rap wisdom
Actually, pragmatic capitalism for actors
crack under pressure and collapse when I get 'em
Monch is medicinal man medical marijuana
With a phase plasma rifle like I'm searchin' for Sarah
And shorty's got brains, not playin'
I'm 40 blocks I'm a killa 40 watt range
an arrangement of bullets that I've arranged
Encrypted in scriptures specific names
That remain anonymous
Me and the ammunition's in a relationship monogamous
It's I'm married to the silencer
Until I file for divorce and release my
Do art with your arteries, place that for my
Put your back cap back, cap your capillaries like

It's not latin, or white, or music
It's that cooked up coke, music
Black and Pharoahe, the rap duet
It's that lucid rapid eye

Vocally twice as magnifying as ever hearing Chewbacca
a megaphone with the significance of Dr. King

Cause I'm trying to see man united without UK soccer teams
My prophecy, the opposite of Mephistopheles I incited isosceles
Sent to Earth to of environmental atrocities, and nobody can copy me
Stop, it's not but probable that it's only philosophical mockery, strange
Change to gold, switch properties, bang!
on top of the globe, flip monopolies, aim
Take in the soul, spit properly

Take stock in the soul, spit
That extended on my hip sits awkwardly
I'm diabolical, triggers that I cock and squeeze
Sending shots to ancient Greece to pop
I bear like button-downs without the sleeves
depressive and possessive like apostrophes
My psychiatrist waive the doctor
When I wave the pistol and say quick, watchin' me so I can breathe
National for the Advancement
Of drugs for performance
And it's taking so many chances
But I've been a bad seed the womb, they call me ovary cancer
And I got an ugly heart, I'm totally handsome
And I take the love of your life and hold her for
And my tactical cam that never stood for any national
Was hood, I am the actual
And I'll it
Black attire, rapid fire, eye movement
I'm from a that is higher, I am not human
alien, a monster killer of conscience chillin'
In a barrel of
Ex-Slave sadomasochist that the mass of my ass to kiss
A dyin' breed, I'm the last of
Black is as as Jesus of Nazareth
When I vocalize the crowd rise like
It's the Rhode Scholar, my cold collar off Peter
Your hoes holla, on top of the bars
Meet a Mr. Globe Trotter in my
Pure cheetah, out of this exotic European 4 seater
Hollerin' cheeba like I'm Pharcyde
Killin' is the dark
Villain, I'm God, I'm
Sometimes I'm Bob Dylan put on these tracks, for real
So, God-willin' you'll feel I'm spillin'
Yeah, I never quit, I'm syndicatin' up
Me and Pharoahe Monch, here for the benefit of us
is straight razor behavior, I never get enough
Get the picture, my militia gettin' as fuck

Yea, suicide murder
Straight from the underground through the optics
Pharoahe, Black Thought, the cypher
The outlandish

It's not latin, or white, or music
It's that up coke, crack music
Black and Pharoahe, the rap duet
It's that lucid eye movement