Luyện nghe bài hát Earthquake

Born into
With a feeling that something's
Bred in a corn
a synthetic composition
On the of a civil war
Or the forming of one
I wonder came first
Dinosaurs or
Pledging allegiance to a
Since
Writing curses in cursive and casting
Stung by the bee
And says congratulations

You
slavery
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 minerals in for paper payment
Here, these are gods, you have to praise 'em
I who we'd worship if we weren't captured and traded

Consider my affidavit
Yo, It's the ruling
to rule yo ass
Prescription drug thug mule yo ass
Agricultural skills sure suit yo ass
But they say, off the land is a useless path
Here, work for dead Presidents, HA! 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 head is
be as political as I want
Because I get
Nah, this ain't no diss track, to distract
Or chit chat, or syntax, or
Who's ass is fad and who has a six pack
batting this average, or
Compare his to his passes
There's a thousand sports
You can get package, or this package

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

You die off it
If you do, hide the autopsy
What the fuck are you to do?
Morgellons in your food
the fuck is even kosher food?
Third generation crops produce
Be careful who you keep 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 exposing

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

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

Like a Muslim HAM
Looking for the promised
stories of Christopher Columbus
Holding Pocahontas'
Black History is the month
I just you understand, when the
Native Indians get shit but
Thanksgiving and some yams,

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

Whatever's prohibited, defy them
The smell of freedom is making my 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 offend

the fuck you think goes on in schools you send your kids to?
What the fuck you think they serve for lunch, 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 gentle

Psychological
Grownups with
Grownups with
Who grow up with
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, me your money, give me your money!"

Everybody's in
But this is a country!
They dock pay, what a mockery
Why you on the
Hickory, dickory,
They want cable, want coffee, they want comedy
Anything to take mind 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 by just looking at my discography
They know i've been sent to awake this
Mass media,
Turn you into a bee
Harvest the honey
I'm just honest, b
Mother Earth underneath

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