Luyện nghe bài hát Earthquake

Born into
a feeling that something's missing
Bred in a addiction
With a synthetic
On the brink of a 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 paid
You actually it!
Here! Take this and cap and wave it
Like a of going to school just to get a job to pay for it
Like a nation that traded it's minerals in for paper payment
Here, these are your gods, you have to 'em
I wonder who we'd if we weren't captured and traded

Consider this my
Yo, It's the class
Here to yo ass
drug thug cocaine mule yo ass
Agricultural sure would suit yo ass
But say, living off the land is a useless path
Here, work for dead Presidents, HA! yo ass
Any revolutionaries, remove yo ass
Fast, click clack, quick blast, in a
Whiplash from the of the impact

Push yo shit
As long as my head is
I'll be as as I want
Because I get
Nah, this ain't no fuckin track, to distract
Or useless chat, or syntax, or
Who's ass is this fad and who has a six
batting this average, or
Compare his passes to his
There's a thousand channels
You can get package, or this package

Who's savage?
Hey, let's compare emotional baggage to my emotional baggage
And see who calls other bitch fastest
Haters go out way to fuck up my day
But I ain't even worried about bitch asses
And it's quite the optic, hard to take your off it
make the sky toxic
Prescribe the
Make a high profit, the margin

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

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

a Muslim going HAM
Looking for the promised
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, here's a few casinos, huhh, sorry we all your land, huhh
Well, let's just on, because, America's great!
Man I fucking it
Democratic or
Lightning rod, the subject
All of these religions, I'm glad I one
All of these beliefs and mine's the one
Trying to process all this info you from
Till you wake the up out on the advice son
Culture and religion your mind hon'

prohibited, imma defy them
The of freedom is making my eyes run
To authority, i'm the
I'm not a pacifist, or a
I don't got all the
I got a louder mic, and better stanzas, ya bitch
Oh i'm sorry, did I offend

What the fuck you think goes on in you send your kids to?
What the fuck you think serve for lunch, what's on the menu?
That's why only shit is what these kids is into
A comprehendable
Friends do what they do
People act so fucking hard but they just gentle

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

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

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

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

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