Luyện nghe bài hát Something Wicked This Way Comes

A microphone has out of my wristbone
I've lost of my vocal tone, spitting this sick poem
I'm possesed by hip-hop spirit
I fear it because my is constantly scribbling lyrics
I eat, or even sleep in my bed
Tormented because a will always creep in my head
I can't listen to a loop without timing it
Can't hold a conversation without it
I walk down the street and my known to rattle
Because I'm thirsty as for a mother f**king battle
I have no TV, broke it in three
I turn it on to see another whack emcee
I have lyrics in my head, they always and then go
I daydream about rocking a show
my rhymes all my life as it begins and ends
Broke as f**k cause I'm always out purchasing

I'm the analyst, observe all of existance
The last in the dollar, completing the sentence
The ninety other pennies through the wormhole
Worthless as the bitch dancing naked on the
I've seen different worlds, at least eight dimensions
I'm better than an ameteur, repends instead of
Who's the next soul ready to stand up
Thinking they got the Holy but they're sipping the false
cup
Lately I've been spotting, on the words of the
With my glass, and hands to the upper class
Groups of blinded ones gather at a
I label it an meeting place for meaningless
Coalitions of hard rocks living without
I attack with the one man word circus
A of slippery ice, a dangerous crack
In the path of the who walk with their minds slacked

Verge in the microphone, you to panic
Because I'll make the seem the like the Atlantic that your
is

It's so whack the store it
Had covering their ears saying I can't stand it
My style is so fly you can't land it, I bring the supply

it
My rhymes stand alone they were a bandit
hundred and sixty degees and my CD's outstanded
It's so smooth it like it was sanded
Figures of speech make me like you were on candid
I'll pass you like a hand-it
When I come with rhymes punch like a fist
Taking your microphone so fast cracking the bones in your
Seperating you from me mist
Eliminate the competition, by spitting every dimension

Benching emcees for flenching as I up tension
Clenching the one spot
Leaving body to corrode and rot, to corrode and rot

Pass me the mic, I'll ignite the birth of a constellation
Spit rhymes hesitation, poetic devestation
Hip-hop's my and recreation
Causing me to rise like elevation, syllables causing

I hold the mic tight enough for
Getting technical a calculus algorithm is my precision
Rhyme angle pereputal vision
Code like red, I lines like a clumbsy cokehead
Judge like Dredd, countdown till the twelve has begun
I'm the one, the chosen son, I'm an like space, 2001
A new day has begun and the weight on my shoulder a
ton
And always I rhyme, something always wicked this way comes