Luyện nghe bài hát Collude/Intrude

Mr. Len, a.k.a. Space Ghost, please commence
Company Flow, perform, J-Treds,
El-P, prepare, you have five minutes
Fuck the bullshit, Time/Warner will
Record labels fall, the Earth will crumble

[El
Enter the all access and encounter the likes of these
no one relaxes, actual
No wonder I'ma type to crush with pure chewing satisfaction
Pervade your ultraharmonic the back of your whole mediocre faction
Sonic boom head zoom contact off
Elbowed with a vacumn pure MC's with closed captions
Wind up in the willows, catch the dervish
Or the dead and dumb millenium is at your
Flow the plaque, instigate lyrics then another MC
who thought cause he was dipped in powder blue that he rock past-el
Got your hip-hop essence out of the Colours catalog
with analog
Ask L. Ron to break down my Scientology
Fuckin up to the I bust insidious, Bad Touchin
to break to bumrushin
Fresh start taming biofeed this track
pain penicilin and AZT couldn't relieve
Being Sizzlean I will trim the fat like Powders
Disrespectin like cap, lickin off shots from clocktowers
Play ring the dead nation
The Deadhead situation, situated to creation
MC's are helpless Gadzook keep faggot like RuPaul
troop to the new sensation fuck that whole gangster fascination
The is broke, or cock albums mispoke
And got the El P rookie cards stuck in bicycle spoke
For VH-1 crystalized pseudo rip flows
Let the liquid talon into the seam of your coat
Meet the professional dead or alive politrick
Straight neck capital P for the deep throat
I was that first to touch the Monolith, delinquent
Up in crack like white squaw for the weekend
and I your Battleship
Parked in a hot zone, to the E. Bola
Manifest brain tumors through the phone as you roam in your

All hail, J and El the fans rise, we got the prize
Foes fantasize runner up, the closest they can see it
skills so lenient I've been boastin half a flow
They can't the whole weight son, diagnosis, bullemic believe it
My best line, too advanced for Pop
you got cornered scouting report, scramble in the clutch
But when I get down, third and inches threatenin to score
How you gonna tackle the when you suck at two-hand touch
We're too damn much for your break you down, zone weakens
bring embarassment, Captains look like third string in comparison
to this too well known to fat flow
And beat suckers straight up and down,
Game over when I blow mind, but then I aimed over explosive cuts
Verbal flamethrower, serving roasted
as battle snacks you wish you wore a cup in your panties
So all you pussies in rap game, time to up the ante
What's your Big time skills or small penny
Dead to my varsity letter, fatter than your JV
Only play with the big boys, bringin that weak shit
Before the battle I hit em off with fat, ladies latest on cassette
They done from the start
Ran for the finish got from the fast route by another
One spot holder ground for our town, N.Y.
For those who acknowledge they get left ass out plumbers

Congratulations Len, you have made it
are falling, their armies are retreating
The job is not over, you must continue, please move
El P, out tactic evasion, start, summation equals now
Do not fail us, counting on you

[El
For I see hot like three males with a cot included
Where the Sidewalk Ends and all your linear math gets
Infant when he Star Spangled, packed a
medicine and deject wreck-the-tangle
Fuck Time/Warner and it's affiliates, for that wannabe Big Willie shit
Leave fancy clothes up to the Pope
List all posessions in your liner note
While I wreck genuinely cuttin through these red ropes
Son grip the love spigot, yeah that's the
This platoon pop 99
While the one hit rushes exhaust like city buses
I bond, like resin cause for the sake of skill, lost and
Found by DNA patterns to wish you could
a little girl around the way of my set, that's the time
Enter the opus, focus on rap scrambling
Record labels to not reaction is bad gambling
I a few true that make we, collusion
El P and J-Treds pentrate cranial

We do this one so catch it, two of the illest and unsigned
Lethal seperate but combined, friction a frontline a rhyming
Got you steppin, tryin to evade us bustin caps in thoughts
But now crossfire catching's added to your job
top of resume
Submitted applyin, for lyric positions that we occupied
but got the slip, labels on some not think shit
Requiring, brain lobotomy reigns/rains, rapids
That trap full, by J and El evasion tactics
Our equations infinite, distortin random access
Havin half words tracks like plastic, please forfeit
the same script, I hope it has reinforcements, or else
it's torn to pieces our thesis is untouched
Saved on my PC under the of Funcrush
Megabytes bumrush, by one punch, upon my
My data's the top secret that mad suckers fiend for
Come from the last to be cut from Dream Team
We be the ones who shine, for butt, kickin
benchwarmin throwin down, all too often
While others touch rim and that's when they're butt licking

Done, job done
They who we are, they know we know who they are
will fall, they are going to have to repeat
Understand, they no longer monopolize
Time/Warner fall, I'm proud of you, come home