Luyện nghe bài hát Collude/Intrude

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

[El
Enter the all city and encounter the likes of these
Regionally no one relaxes,
No wonder I'ma type to crush contenders with chewing satisfaction
Pervade ultraharmonic with the back of your whole mediocre faction
Sonic boom head contact off antaxion
Elbowed with a vacumn pure death with closed captions
Wind up in the willows, catch the whirling
Or the and dumb millenium is at your service
Flow the plaque, instigate then backfile another MC
who thought cause he was dipped in powder blue that he could rock
Got your hip-hop out of the Cross Colours catalog
with technology
Ask L. Ron Hubbard to down my Scientology
up to the chest I bust insidious, Bad Touchin
Boogie to to bumrushin
Fresh taming biofeed this track achieves
penicilin crack and AZT couldn't relieve
Being Sizzlean I trim the fat like Susan Powders
burners like cap, lickin off shots from clocktowers
Play ring the dead nation
The Deadhead situation, to see-saw creation
MC's are helpless Gadzook keep faggot like RuPaul
troop to the new sensation fuck that whole gangster fascination
The illusion is broke, or albums mispoke
And got the El P rookie cards stuck in they bicycle
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 monkey to the Monolith, delinquent
Up in that crack like 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 Motorolas

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

Congratulations Len, you made it halfway
They are falling, armies are retreating
The job is not over, you must continue, move forward
El P, out tactic evasion, start, summation equals now
Do not fail us, we're on you

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

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

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