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 five minutes
Fuck the bullshit, Time/Warner will
Record labels will fall, the Earth crumble

[El
the all city access and encounter the likes of these
Regionally no one relaxes,
No wonder I'ma type to crush contenders pure chewing satisfaction
Pervade your ultraharmonic with the back of your mediocre faction
Sonic boom head zoom contact off
Elbowed with a vacumn death MC's with closed captions
Wind up in the willows, catch the whirling
Or the dead and millenium is at your service
Flow the plaque, instigate lyrics then backfile MC
who cause he was dipped in powder blue that he could rock past-el
Got your hip-hop essence out of the Cross Colours
analog technology
Ask L. Ron to break down my Scientology
Fuckin up to the I bust insidious, Bad Touchin
Boogie to break to
Fresh start biofeed this track achieves
pain penicilin crack and AZT relieve
Being Sizzlean I will trim the fat like Susan
Disrespectin like cap, lickin off shots from clocktowers
Play ring around the nation
The Deadhead situation, situated to see-saw
are helpless like 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 they spoke
For those crystalized pseudo rip flows
Let the liquid talon soak the seam of your coat
Meet the dead or alive politrick technician
neck capital P for the deep throat dickin
I was first monkey to touch the Monolith, delinquent
Up in crack like white squaw for the weekend
and I your Battleship
in a hot zone, live to the E. Bola
Manifest brain through 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 closest 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 line, too advanced for Pop Warner
you got cornered scouting report, can't in the clutch
But when I get down, it's third and threatenin to score
How you gonna the topic when you suck at two-hand touch
We're too damn much for your defense 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 mind, but then I aimed over explosive cuts
Verbal flamethrower, serving nuts
as battle snacks you wish you wore a cup in your panties
So all you pussies in this rap game, time to up the
your fancy? Big time skills or small penny
Dead to my varsity letter, fatter than your JV
Only play with the big boys, toys bringin that shit
Before the battle I hit em off with fat, latest release on cassette
They were done the start
Ran for the finish got detoured from the route by another
One spot holder hold for our town, N.Y.
For who don't 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 forward
El P, bring out tactic evasion, start, equals now
Do not us, we're counting on you

[El
For thoughts I see hot like three males a cot included
Where the Sidewalk and all your linear math gets diluted
when he Star Spangled, packed a brand
circular medicine and wreck-the-tangle
Fuck Time/Warner and it's affiliates, for runnin wannabe Big Willie shit
Leave fancy clothes up to the Pope
List all personal posessions in liner note
I connect wreck genuinely cuttin through these red ropes
Son the love spigot, yeah that's the ticket
This pop 99 Luftballons
While the one hit rushes exhaust like city buses
I bond, resin cause for the sake of skill, lost and found
by DNA patterns to wish you could climb
Just a little girl 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 that make we, collusion
El P and J-Treds cranial intrusion

We do this one time so it, two of the illest and unsigned
Lethal seperate but combined, friction created a frontline a
Got you steppin, tryin to evade us caps in your thoughts
But now crossfire catching's added to job skills
top of resume
Submitted applyin, for lyric that we occupied yesterday
but got the slip, labels on some not think shit
Requiring, brain absence lobotomy reigns/rains,
That trap full, by J and El evasion tactics
Our equations infinite, distortin random access
Havin half recyclin tracks 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 of Funcrush
Megabytes bumrush, by one punch, upon my
My data's the top secret that mad suckers will for
Come from the last to be cut from Dream 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 they're butt

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