Luyện nghe bài hát Ridiculoid

Shutup... Yo, yo, yo, yo
My life's not right [check
My life's not [check two]
My not right [check three]
Are you

[El-P] (you know this was to be for my album though...?)
[Vast (oh... whateva)
(its ok...)

When I send a sickness (ease down) soldiers
in with flying debris
and bad of landmines
that remind me of the sexiest of slow
I pull a glock or fiver the group by numbers
I was nursed by the biggest of
and had the volcanic cap
that the have attached to his dead mother
now this material walk with a twitch and live for the twisted shit
of *boy scouts* getting pistol whipped
electronic fold
the television is the one that talks out loud to you
the plug is corroded out
and they say productivity is up this month but I've my passion
sick of waiting in line for my chocolate ration
its bad and industrial sadness
never helped by franks or sadistic maggots
this addiction is random
I walk to door Mormon style spitting my sick tantrums
because I born handsome
now that my life's complete with a capacity to greatness buttons
with beats that to be registered
as sex represented to the public
I'll exfoliate your face with the acid inside my
Binge and purge, we live in thirty blurbs
and if consumers existing we'd forget how to use words
just fuckin' eat each other til the next age* occurs
or at the source scratchin our heads like "what happened??"
if the kids would've that you all lost if you just ask them
out to plant life sits and looks pretty
to attract curious intersection angels in the city
that's below any self-respecting actress in a german film
who gobbled doggie dick and human
my fingers tap buttons sanctified awareness
heart scan to pulse readings
this a voice from a dead dimension without astral
the sluggish rugged discuss bunk that
Acme lab rat escape barely breathing through the heating
I'll try to come back for my family before the poison feeding
but if I should God's patience on *someone* better take my place nigga
tell 'em it's the that got me this far
and it's in my dreams I see faces and...

Murderers is handles that clap sandals
hand sand off tools and I stand on two
amped off booze wheelie with my bruised
on the block silly with a mint
watch young ladies hop with the pink jellies
that's me trying to wop
with the and pot-bellied
til it's nauseous a raw dog straight out of the orphanage often
lost in a realm tryin to find
like a marksman with raps that'll off kids mad hi
got my mind in a coffin resurrect thoughts in amorphous
morph into Aquaman polyin in waters talkin to
to get that bilingual ?charm? tryin to get it on
and spit a that'll split a form in half studyin math
'dro Eaton's love mixed with ash
spit bats that to DAT's
sip and twist off caps when you fuckin with the sickest cats

Aire]
Yo
My life's not right one]
My life's not right [check
My life's not right [check
Are you

See I
fist
metal

came out the womb of a phoenix nothin less
then a mature flame velocity's my my thought is my train
the the body sun is the heart and the black hole's the brain
heard my verse, nothin the same*.
I leave your open when you're standin
(the word's the midget) esophagus is the
cipher unknown the upper on overstandin watch the landin
believe it or not I'm on air
last of America's heroes here to the circle
I still remember the days of
a struggle but I hold onto the vision
hip hop at it's when it lacked television
and everybody wasn't an
you know where the flows be and if you check the rhyme
find out cats is unseen like Jarobi
and most likely openin with the psyche
if a Mikey, they'll eat anything
starving but hack or anything
not stars from the we sing this shit's ridiculoid