Luyện nghe bài hát Scribble On A Clean Surface

[uncredited spoken word forms the song's intro]
I had forgotten the incredible butter of his long fingers.
How they felt on my when he slow-dragged with me,
at a "Blue Lights in the Basement" party.
The dim lights making his honey-colored barely visible as he,
A PENLIGHT IN MY EYES!
"Look directly into the light time."

I say into the light
See you look like

I scribble on a clean surface, the and worthless {*echoes*

It's life, at the tunnel of the of purchase {*echoes*
Aiyyo freedom got a microphone, AND a AK
Make way, and for the melee {*echoes*

The method of my madness NEVER be known
The microphone magic of
Don't, try to set home or off of the
wigs are known to be SPLIT

And a, fan is to be hit with shit

Rubber band flows that snap in place
Rap in they face, get this motherfucker here
He way way way WAY too much
Spit for the victory, 'til they of me

I never wallow in the or trickery
no con-FUSION, just the FUSION
No il-LUSION, God rule them

high, nailed in the sky
The eye leaves you mystified
You're denied, soon openly obliged

They say, "rock you don't stop" but you talkin bout
Well let me guess, you come fi

But test not he who best, put nonsense to rest
Preachin on a soapbox, dope on the

Choke on tongue, smoke from the gun
Broke in the middle, I hope havin fun
HIGH post, high dose, strung
Wind the lungs, spirit of the young
Salt on the slug, caught with the

Fought the drugs, taught by the thugs
Eye of a tiger, head of a

through the interior of Siberia
Chip away at the rock, or a dynamite

where they had to stop, we continue
Think the worst, ink the verse
Sink the earth, die by the end of the rhyme
What a rush, too to discuss
I close it up by this