Luyện nghe bài hát Holy Schnikes

i throw down with mystical precision and statistical
its my mission to the emissions let off by your egotistical visions
youve found is the sound of the Puget Sound underground
give me three rounds, ill pound you and your crew into the ground

what you call "hot shit" ill turn goo goo
be lookin for glue to fix you and your foo crew
dont need caribou lou to get my ass
just inspiration to give your crew a boo-boo

some fools to spit about their babes, their dates
but all i need is my mates, single is one of my
i wont sit and wait, ill sedate my fate and turn it great
ill give you the bait, you just better it before its too late

i support wangster prevention, those fakes to detention
dont even the haters, im on a different dimension
its my intention to be the attention from you to me
ascension to the top, of the seven seas

man, dont talk about how a veteran in this game
right im a rook, but im also lyrically insane
all i need is name, then ill put it to shame,
and take you and your weak crew out of the

game. you have it or you it, its a fact
and to be exact you just got sack-tapped
and capped, and verbally overlapped
i rapped to extract the fact that flow is whacked

i come the nest of the best, the north side of the west
if i get stressed or messed by who wanna test
i will not rest, the industry punches in bunches
but ill take it as fruit punch and drink it up my lunches

you may have hunches that this rappers a
but damn wron, i like to keep my profile minimal
if your really gonna put that on me
do it on the stage and not on the streets

i adapt to the environment, so some reach retirement
ill keep doin what i do to reach the new requirements
help yourself, put that record on the shelf
all they talk about is wealth, i like to roll with a little more in my step

but yep yep if you wanna step i aint scared to rep my
cuz to my city yours is itty-bitty and your roots are kinda shitty
first came diddy, then came fitty, then came the boy whose pretty witty
i dont pity the rappers that the nitty-gritty
your like a hopeless kitty faced against my one-man

(you better get a ready RIGHT NOW)

to up the remains when i squeeze your brain
and my lyrics run you over like a steamrolling
i spit rain, its bound to get in your veins and burn holes in your whitey-tidey hanes

yo, when you fools class i got an education
see, now you work a gas station and im primed to rock the
i rise to the occasion, and with each new arises yet more elation
and complexity to the

i quietly paid my dues my peers sipped on booze
i had to choose between that and sippin on dews
so i took that stuff and i chugged ten of em
and at a drunk party i was sicker ninety percent of em

i dont aspire to retire millions of buyers,
its already been established my flow is on fire
lets go rap battle on a wire
i will continue to fly and defy the liars,

i dont need a record label or my on cable
to enable my position at the head of the
the out of the stable, and im here to stay
until your hair turns gray and your straight gay

give me a beat, take a seat, feel the heat and tap your
i farm in the and the mic is my wheat
give me a pen and a sheet and ill cook up a
you cannot defeat skewered, the new elite

i bet it you when i triple-dog dare you to bear your teeth
and you get buried beneath a sheet of disbelief and
cuz on the stage im a theif, i dont care what heppens, it gets
my feel the pressure, the weak ones turn dyslexic

it or love it the undergrounds on top
cuz mainstream seems to between bullshit and hip-hop
will it ever well it doesnt matter, im here
and for opponent MCs, the end is near