Luyện nghe bài hát Collude/Intrude

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

[El
Enter the all city access and encounter the of these
Regionally no one relaxes,
No wonder I'ma type to crush contenders with chewing satisfaction
Pervade your ultraharmonic with the of your whole mediocre faction
Sonic boom head zoom contact off
Elbowed a vacumn pure death MC's with closed captions
Wind up in the willows, catch the 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 that he could past-el
Got your essence 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
to break to bumrushin
Fresh taming biofeed this track achieves
penicilin crack and AZT couldn't relieve
Being Sizzlean I will trim the fat Susan Powders
burners like cap, lickin off shots from clocktowers
Play ring around the dead
The Deadhead situation, situated to see-saw
MC's are like Gadzook keep faggot like RuPaul
troop to the new sensation fuck whole wannabe gangster fascination
The illusion is broke, or cock mispoke
And got the El P rookie cards stuck in they spoke
For those VH-1 pseudo rip flows
Let the talon soak into the seam of your coat
the professional dead or alive politrick technician
Straight neck P for the deep throat dickin
I was first monkey to touch the Monolith, delinquent
Up in that crack like white 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
Foes runner up, the closest they can see it because
skills so lenient I've boastin with half a flow
They can't handle the whole weight son, diagnosis, believe it
My line, too advanced for Pop Warner
you got cornered scouting report, scramble in the clutch
But when I get down, it's and inches threatenin to score
How you gonna tackle the when you suck at two-hand touch
We're too much for your defense break you down, zone weakens
Words bring embarassment, Captains look like string in comparison
to this too well known to kick fat
And beat suckers up and down, Tic-Tac-Toe
Game over when I blow your mind, but I aimed over explosive cuts
Verbal flamethrower, serving 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 fancy? Big time or small penny
Dead to my varsity letter, fatter than your JV
Only play with the big boys, toys that weak shit
Before the battle I hit em off with fat, ladies release on cassette
They were done the start
Ran for the finish got detoured from the fast route by
One holder hold ground for our town, N.Y.
For those who don't acknowledge they get ass out plumbers

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

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

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

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