Luyện nghe bài hát Earthquake

Born into
With a that something's missing
Bred in a corn
a synthetic composition
On the brink of a war
Or the of one religion?
I wonder what came
or Darwinism?
Pledging to a flag
Since
curses in cursive and casting spells
Stung by the bee
And they congratulations

You
slavery
To paid
You made it!
Here! Take gown and cap and wave it
a celebration of going to school just to get a job to pay for it
Like a nation traded it's minerals in exchange for paper payment
Here, are your gods, you have to praise 'em
I wonder who we'd if we weren't captured and traded

Consider this my
Yo, the ruling class
Here to yo ass
Prescription drug thug mule yo ass
Agricultural skills sure suit yo ass
But they say, living off the land is a path
Here, work for dead Presidents, HA! yo ass
Any revolutionaries, remove yo ass
Fast, click clack, blast, in a flash
Whiplash from the kickback of the

Push yo shit
As long as my head is
I'll be as political as I
I get taxed
Nah, this ain't no fuckin track, to distract
Or chit chat, or syntax, or
Who's ass is this fad and who has a six
Who's this average, or
his passes to his passes
There's a thousand sports
You can get this package, or this

this savage?
Hey, compare your emotional baggage to my emotional baggage
And see who calls other bitch fastest
Haters go out they way to up my day
But I ain't even worried about your asses
And it's quite the optic, to take your eyes off it
They make the sky
the antibiotic
Make a profit, divide the margin

You die off it
If you do, they the autopsy
What the are you supposed to do?
Morgellons in your kosher
the fuck is even kosher food?
Third generation won't produce
Be careful who you keep to you
I'm Atlanta, but shots out to my Oakland crew
They say, "Bobby Rae, the you is overdue"
I say hey, I got a little caught up exposing truths

I used to think, what Hova do?
Now I think, what the would Macho Man and Hulk Hogan do?
Now, if Austin was America, and the Rock was Afghanistan
Then and China would be Triple HHH
And the Illuminati would be Macmahon
Now when the are The Undertaker
The crowd doesn't a chance
When the bankers are walking through the stands

yo ass some Xan
You think you a fan but you really just a
start trends every day but don't never get no pair of Vans
What the is an advance?
Niggas on colored people time
What the fuck is in
Tsh, I don't understand
I just my fucking bandz
I'm a walking talking conundrum

Like a going HAM
for the promised land
False of Christopher Columbus
Holding Pocahontas'
Black History is the shortest
I just hope you understand, the
Indians don't get shit but
Thanksgiving and yams, like

Here, here's a few casinos, huhh, we took all your land, huhh
Well, just move on, because, America's great!
Man I fucking it
or Republic
Lightning rod, change the
All of these religions, I'm glad I one
All of beliefs and mine's the right one
Trying to process all this info you from
Till you wake the up out on the advice son
Culture and religion condition your mind

prohibited, imma defy them
The of freedom is making my eyes run
To authority, i'm the
I'm not a pacifist, or a
I got all the answersises
I just got a louder mic, and better stanzas, ya
Oh i'm sorry, did I offend

What the fuck you think goes on in you send your kids to?
What the fuck you think serve for lunch, what's on the menu?
That's why ratchet shit is what these kids is into
A language
do what they friends do
People act so fucking hard but really just gentle

children
Grownups with
with children
Who up with issues
Cancer
Abandonment,
Subliminal screaming, "Here, let me fix you

I have the
I the remedy
I am the
I am not the
But give me your money, me your money, give me your money!"

in debt
But this is a country!
They dock your pay, a mockery
Why you on the
Hickory, dickory,
They want cable, they want coffee, they comedy
Anything to take they off being property
to say it properly
Working on my
But I am the

They know i'm the like a elio-colonoscopy
They i'm the shit by just looking at my discography
They know i've been sent to this idiocracy
media, hipocrisy
Turn you into a bee
Harvest the tree
I'm being honest, b
Mother Earth quakes

Sky, up above the sea
God the father, the sky
Son of God, the Sun
Ra, the Eye
No more
No more hands goodbye
Adios, au revoir,