Luyện nghe bài hát Collude/Intrude

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

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

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

Congratulations Len, you have it halfway
They are falling, their are retreating
The job is not over, you must continue, move forward
El P, bring out tactic evasion, start, equals now
Do not fail us, counting on you

[El
For thoughts I see hot three males with a cot included
Where the Sidewalk Ends and all your linear math gets
Infant when he Star Spangled, a brand
circular medicine and deject
Fuck Time/Warner and it's affiliates, for runnin that Big Willie shit
those fancy clothes up to the Pope
List all personal posessions in your note
While I connect genuinely cuttin through these red ropes
Son the love spigot, yeah that's the ticket
platoon pop 99 Luftballons
While the one hit rushes exhaust like city buses
I bond, resin cause for the sake of skill, lost and found
Found by DNA patterns to wish you climb
Just a little girl the way of my set, that's the time
Enter the evil opus, on rap scrambling
Record labels to expect not is bad gambling
I know a few true 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 us bustin caps in your thoughts
But now crossfire catching's to your job skills
top of your
Submitted applyin, for lyric positions that we yesterday
but got the pink slip, labels on some not think
Requiring, absence lobotomy reigns/rains, rapids
That trap full, by J and El evasion tactics
Our equations infinite, distortin random access
Havin half words recyclin like plastic, please forfeit
Flippin the script, I hope it has reinforcements, or else
it's to pieces while our thesis is untouched
on my PC under the filename of Funcrush
Megabytes bumrush, by one punch, my keyboard
My data's the top secret mad suckers will fiend for
from the last to be cut from Dream Team Three
We be the ones who shine, prepare for butt,
Rarely benchwarmin throwin down, all too
While barely touch rim and that's when they're butt licking

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