Luyện nghe bài hát Collude/Intrude

Mr. Len, a.k.a. Space Ghost, please commence
Flow, perform, J-Treds, prepare
El-P, prepare, you have approximately five
Fuck the bullshit, Time/Warner fall
Record labels will fall, the 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 with the back of whole mediocre faction
Sonic boom head zoom contact off
Elbowed with a vacumn pure death MC's closed captions
up in the willows, catch the whirling dervish
Or the dead and dumb millenium is at service
Flow the plaque, lyrics then backfile another MC
who thought cause he was dipped in powder that he could rock past-el
Got your hip-hop out of the Cross Colours catalog
with analog
Ask L. Ron Hubbard to break down my
up to the chest I bust insidious, Bad Touchin
Boogie to to bumrushin
Fresh start taming biofeed this achieves
penicilin crack and AZT couldn't relieve
Being Sizzlean I will the fat like Susan Powders
Disrespectin burners cap, lickin off shots from clocktowers
Play ring around the dead
The Deadhead situation, situated to creation
MC's are helpless like Gadzook keep like RuPaul
troop to the new sensation that whole wannabe gangster fascination
The is broke, or cock albums mispoke
And got the El P rookie stuck in they bicycle spoke
For those crystalized pseudo rip flows
Let the liquid talon soak the seam of your coat
Meet the professional or alive politrick technician
Straight capital P for the deep throat dickin
I was that first to touch the Monolith, delinquent
Up in that crack like white for the weekend
and I sunk your
in a hot zone, live to the E. Bola
Manifest tumors through the phone as you roam in your Motorolas

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

Congratulations Len, you have it halfway
They are falling, their armies are
The job is not over, you continue, please move forward
El P, bring out evasion, start, summation equals now
Do not us, we're counting on you

[El
For thoughts I see hot like males with a cot included
Where the Sidewalk Ends and all your linear gets diluted
Infant when he Spangled, packed a brand
circular medicine and wreck-the-tangle
Fuck Time/Warner and it's affiliates, for runnin wannabe Big Willie shit
Leave those clothes up to the Pope
all personal posessions in your liner note
While I connect wreck genuinely through these red ropes
Son the love spigot, yeah that's the ticket
This platoon pop 99
While the one hit blunder rushes like city buses
I bond, like resin cause for the sake of skill, and found
Found by DNA patterns to wish you climb
Just a little girl around the way of my set, that's the
Enter the evil opus, focus on rap
Record labels to expect not reaction is bad
I a few true that make we, collusion
El P and J-Treds pentrate cranial

We do one time so catch it, two of the illest and unsigned
Lethal seperate but combined, friction created a frontline a
Got you steppin, tryin to evade us bustin caps in thoughts
But now crossfire catching's to your job skills
top of your
applyin, for lyric positions that we occupied yesterday
but got the pink slip, labels on not think shit
Requiring, absence lobotomy reigns/rains, rapids
That trap gets full, by J and El tactics
Our equations infinite, punks distortin access
Havin half words recyclin like plastic, please forfeit
Flippin the same script, I hope it has reinforcements, or
torn to pieces while our thesis is untouched
Saved on my PC under the filename of
Megabytes bumrush, by one punch, my keyboard
My the top secret that mad suckers will fiend for
Come from the last to be cut Dream Team Three
We be the ones who shine, prepare for butt,
Rarely benchwarmin down, all too often
others barely touch rim and that's when they're butt licking

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