Luyện nghe bài hát Metaphore Warfare

I'm like batman, I'm glad man, I swing my
Clock heads on catch attention
retired mc's their pensions
Dimension suspension, a button
Head like an engine should I mention
Brain excites after few grand - ovation
ignites like benzedrine
Dieseloil, slick to be coil,
Spittin' rhymes like a
all, destroy all who try to soil
My ground, path, space, my zone
The clone - the one who rocks his proud, soon sucks a syphon
Laxative, crap the shit, for the bowels
Baby mc's should be clean the towel
Diaper, 'cos I'm hyper plus I'm the
time is it - time to refresh kid - my wit, you bit
My cuckoo crap - runs outta your ass kid - shit
scents, whack mc's' fragrance
Heap of waste, crap-mc

Take a pick, take a style if you
'Cos I'm for metaphore warfare

to the crumb-bun, I'm like a plumber
Pull yo brainplug, flow the lump
Tumor, bummer, diseased make you lumber
your humor, call my number
Again - the man - wit pepjam, medicine,
Vitamin -
Pencil-push bacteria, you can't 'em
Local rapeteria for
Slobbin' - nil and -
For - my rap caters like plants
Rap insects build to propagate
To a phase to flaunt beauty
Wings fully detailed, all for
Your lyrics, but you to wipe the booty
Moody I'm not sting a bee on gerry cooney
Hocus pocus - styles to pick the one to whose i
my antenna, I'm gonna plague your dome like locust
Mentis - this - you like beans and cabbage
The ambitions so nutritious so call me or savage
Your style is poor, hard to score, the carnivore
You got beef ready plus be steady on a

Take a pick, a style if you dare
'Cos I'm prepared for warfare