Luyện nghe bài hát Earthquake

Born into
a feeling that something's missing
Bred in a corn
With a synthetic
On the brink of a war
Or the of one religion?
I wonder what first
or Darwinism?
Pledging to a flag
Since
Writing curses in cursive and spells
Stung by the bee
And they congratulations

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

Consider this my
Yo, It's the ruling
Here to yo ass
Prescription thug cocaine mule yo ass
Agricultural skills sure would yo ass
But they say, living off the land is a useless
Here, work for dead Presidents, HA! yo ass
Any revolutionaries, remove yo ass
Fast, clack, quick blast, in a flash
from the kickback of the impact

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

Who's this
Hey, compare your emotional baggage to my emotional baggage
And see who calls each bitch fastest
Haters go out way to fuck 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
the fuck are you supposed to do?
Morgellons in kosher food
What the fuck is even kosher
Third generation crops produce
Be careful who you close to you
I'm from Atlanta, but out to my Oakland crew
They say, "Bobby Rae, the you is overdue"
I say hey, sorry I got a little caught up truths

I used to think, what would do?
Now I think, the fuck would Macho Man and Hulk Hogan do?
Now, if Steve Austin was America, and the Rock was
Then Russia and China would be HHH
And the Illuminati would be Macmahon
Now when the are The Undertaker
The doesn't stand a chance
the international bankers are walking through the stands

Slide yo ass Xan
You you a fan but you really just a lamb
Niggas start trends every day but don't never get no of Vans
What the is an advance?
Niggas live on colored people
What the is in advance?
Tsh, I don't understand
I want my fucking bandz
I'm a walking human conundrum

Like a going HAM
for the promised land
False stories of Columbus
Holding hand
History is the shortest month
I just hope you understand, the
Native don't get shit but
and some yams, like

Here, here's a few casinos, huhh, we took all your land, huhh
Well, let's move on, because, America's great!
Man I fucking it
Democratic or
rod, change the subject
All of these religions, I'm glad I one
All of beliefs and mine's the right one
to process all this info you hide from
Till you the fuck up out on the advice son
Culture and religion condition mind hon'

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

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

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

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

in debt
But this is a country!
dock your pay, what a mockery
Why you on the
Hickory, dickory,
They want cable, they want coffee, they want
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 shit by just looking at my
know i've been sent to awake this idiocracy
Mass media,
Turn you a worker bee
Harvest the tree
I'm being honest, b
Mother quakes underneath

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