Luyện nghe bài hát Earthquake

Born competition
a feeling that something's missing
Bred in a corn
With a synthetic
On the brink of a war
Or the of one religion?
I wonder what came
Dinosaurs or
Pledging allegiance to a
elementary
Writing curses in cursive and casting
Stung by the bee
And they says

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

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

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

Who's this
Hey, compare your emotional baggage to my emotional baggage
And see who calls each other fastest
go out they way to fuck up my day
But I even worried about your bitch asses
And it's the optic, hard to take your eyes off it
They the sky toxic
the antibiotic
Make a high profit, divide the

You die off it
If you do, they hide the
What the fuck are you to do?
Morgellons in your kosher
What the is even kosher food?
Third generation crops produce
Be careful who you close 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 would do?
Now I think, what the fuck Macho Man and Hulk Hogan do?
Now, if Steve Austin was America, and the was Afghanistan
Then Russia and China be Triple HHH
And the Illuminati be Vince Macmahon
Now the haters are The Undertaker
The crowd doesn't stand a
the international bankers are walking through the stands

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

a Muslim going HAM
Looking for the land
stories of Christopher Columbus
Holding hand
History is the shortest month
I just you understand, when the
Native Indians don't get but
and some yams, like

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

Whatever's prohibited, imma defy
The smell of freedom is making my run
To authority, i'm the
I'm not a pacifist, or a
I don't got all the
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 schools you your kids to?
What the fuck you think they serve for lunch, what's on the
That's why only shit is what these kids is into
A comprehendable
Friends do what friends do
People act so fucking hard but really just gentle

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

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

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

They know i'm the shit like a
know i'm the shit by just looking at my discography
They know i've been sent to awake idiocracy
Mass media,
Turn you a worker bee
the honey tree
I'm just honest, b
Mother quakes underneath

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