Luyện nghe bài hát Earthquake

Born into
a feeling that something's missing
Bred in a corn
a synthetic composition
On the of a civil war
Or the of one religion?
I wonder what came
Dinosaurs or
Pledging to a flag
elementary
Writing in cursive and casting spells
Stung by the bee
And they says

You
slavery
To slavery
You actually it!
Here! Take this gown and cap and it
Like a celebration of to school just to get a job to pay for it
a nation that traded it's minerals in exchange for paper payment
Here, these are your gods, you to praise 'em
I wonder who we'd worship if we captured and traded

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

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

this savage?
Hey, let's compare 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, hard to take eyes off it
They the sky toxic
the antibiotic
Make a high profit, divide the

You die off it
If you do, hide the autopsy
What the fuck are you to do?
Morgellons in your kosher
the fuck 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
say, "Bobby Rae, the older 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 would Macho Man and Hulk do?
Now, if Steve was America, and the Rock was Afghanistan
Then Russia and China would be HHH
And the Illuminati be Vince Macmahon
Now when the are The Undertaker
The doesn't stand a chance
When the international bankers are walking through the

Slide yo ass Xan
You think you a fan but you really 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 is in advance?
Tsh, I fucking understand
I just want my fucking
I'm a walking human conundrum

Like a Muslim HAM
Looking for the land
False stories of Christopher
Holding hand
Black is the shortest month
I just you understand, when the
Native Indians get shit but
Thanksgiving and some yams,

Here, here's a few casinos, huhh, sorry we all your land, huhh
Well, just move on, because, America's great!
Man I love it
Democratic or
Lightning rod, the subject
All of religions, I'm glad I found one
All of these beliefs and mine's the one
Trying to process all this you hide from
you wake the fuck up out on the advice son
Culture and religion condition mind hon'

Whatever's prohibited, imma defy
The smell of is making my eyes run
To authority, i'm the
I'm not a pacifist, or a
I got all the answersises
I got a louder mic, and better stanzas, ya bitch
Oh i'm sorry, did I you?

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

children
Grownups with
Grownups children
Who grow up issues
tissues
Abandonment,
marketing 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, what a
Why you on the
Hickory, dickory,
want cable, they want coffee, they want comedy
Anything to take they off being property
to say it properly
Working on my
But I am the

know i'm the shit like a elio-colonoscopy
They know i'm the shit by just at my discography
know i've been sent to awake this idiocracy
Mass media,
you into a worker bee
Harvest the tree
I'm just honest, b
Mother quakes underneath

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