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Hello! I'm Lyrkit!

I tried many ways to memorize English words and found the most effective one for me!

We already have all the words of the songs that we have heard throughout our lives in our memory. We simply did not pay attention to them, but we all already hear them!

I noticed that when you learn a new word from a song that you have already heard before, you already know the translation of this word forever and you will never forget it!

I want to share this method with you. So, the scheme is as follows.

We find songs that we have already heard.

We add all unfamiliar words from them.

We pass mini tests of memory games. done

Now that you know a lot of words, you will very quickly come to know the whole language!

I bet you'll be surprised how effective this method is!)

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Kottonmouth Kings

Discombobulated

 

Discombobulated

(album: Royal Highness - 1998)


[Chorus:]
I be getting faded, discombobulated, never say I made it 'til I'm pissing off the top.
OC players, fly rhyme-sayers, haters cant phase us 'cause its true hip hop.

MC-ing is the place for me to be in, and nut-swinging is the way that I be G-ing.
Never lean into an old for a lyrical hold, keep my shit bold, more rhymes I stole.

Fuck the role when I stroll man I dodge 5-0, I dip-da, fuck and robbed, and rocked the shows.
And the hoe skip the blow, give me that 40-Oh, I like a lady down to ride like a rodeo.

You see anarchy are fliest like the hemp on a hippie,
cast out like a monarch 'cause my heads a little drippy,
my buds I like 'em sticky, so pack another rip D,
high as the plains we're stoned the Mississippi.

[Chorus]

Punk rock mental, my thoughts are hoarse, hip hop freestyle free dumb of course.

My old girl Mary better known as a schwag-hag,
every other night she had me out buying dimebags.
A dime to a 20 to a 40 to an 1/8!
I switched the homegrown, now I puff on Bobby B's you all.

[Chorus]

Check your traits, you perpetrate I can't relate.
Your mental mind state is far too overrate.
You can't skate, don't sit and debate, you need to skip the state and Jesus Christ to clean the slate.
I think its fake, I ain't done yet so wait.
Your philosophies belling under weight, they're out of date.
One more thing then we're straight, put the fake to sleep and then I'll catch you at the wake, and then we'll bake and once again try to relate.
Hope believe will win, you'll lose the hate.
Caps are closed, I think we're up to date, pick up your junk, get a grip, checkmate!

[Chorus]

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