Luyện nghe bài hát Dominant Species

Yo, in a years from now
Everyone who's living on this planet be dead
So it's really
All the that you talk
All the bullshit you stand for
It's more what, what your ready to build
What you're ready to pass down to your
What you're to create
You better remember that
you challenge a mother fucker like me
Remember, I'm the species

1]
I'm stuck inside the future and is chaotic
The government is psychotically and robotic
The matrix of is socio-economic
Erotic conspiracy becomes reality
Life is war, and every a battle to me
I'm on the brink of insanity, between extreme intelligence and split
But I to the point of reversing gravity
conceptuality spitting out of me
Even the dead people in my tell me they proud of me
Stupidity's not by me
I don't got time to play
I'm the black whole lyricist that'll take shine away
Darkness at any of day
I'm the Technique and your nobody so what you to say
Stellar becomes your physical alignment
1.8 billion tons per inch confinement

Yo, yo, yo, I drop knowledge so it leaves the world unbalanced
Exterminate the spiritual force of all that
I'm the lyrical that crumbles the granite
Replacing you as the dominant on the planet

2]
Yo, yo, lyrically I'm like possibilities
But you don't have the capability like
'cause opening mouth to question my validity
Is like trying to the theory of relativity
I spit is the epitome of heavy artillery
My enemies are obsessed with me like the bitch in
But break out like running form responsibility
time I step and abuse the mic with versatility
I humility, with brutal instinct
I'll make your whole cypher look like those from N'Sync
And I don't care about your link, or luxury car
I shed light more magnitude than all of the stars
My talk pick thick
So don't ever shit
And something nigga, while you rave and rant
A can live for nine days without its head but you can't

3]
I'm explicit video tapes of conjugal visits
Some niggaz are too stupid to understand it astrophysics
Technique is
make your thoughts a victory
Get with the quickness
If you think that I just become another statistic with anything but success
When I bless the mic as I spit
Specifically prolific with coprocessor coma type
My style is like a ten year old child with a slit wrist, too reality
For the hit list
I got a Black mentality with a spick fist
So you can get
Even if you're gold, vocally bold, or globally
sold
I'm emotionally cold, disciplined, and to kill
Like spirits in the same room with you, I'm giving you
I drop while these mother fuckers clumsily spill
And I it so heavy, it leaves the world unbalanced
the spiritual force of all that challenge
I'm the apocalypse that crumbles the granite
Replacing you as the dominant species on the