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 will crumble

[El
Enter the all city access and encounter the likes of
Regionally no one relaxes,
No I'ma type to crush contenders with pure chewing satisfaction
Pervade your ultraharmonic the back of your whole mediocre faction
Sonic boom head zoom off antaxion
Elbowed with a vacumn death MC's with closed captions
Wind up in the willows, catch the whirling
Or the dead and dumb is at your service
the plaque, instigate lyrics then backfile another MC
who thought he was dipped in powder blue that he could rock past-el
Got your hip-hop essence out of the Cross catalog
with technology
Ask L. Ron Hubbard to break my Scientology
Fuckin up to the I bust insidious, Bad Touchin
to break to bumrushin
Fresh start biofeed this track achieves
pain penicilin crack and AZT relieve
Sizzlean I will trim the fat like Susan Powders
Disrespectin burners like cap, lickin off 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 wannabe fascination
The illusion is broke, or albums mispoke
And got the El P rookie stuck in they bicycle spoke
For those VH-1 crystalized 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 monkey to touch the Monolith, delinquent
Up in that like white squaw for the weekend
and I your Battleship
Parked in a hot zone, live to the E.
Manifest brain through the phone as you roam in your Motorolas

All hail, J and El the rise, we got the grand prize
Foes fantasize runner up, the closest can see it because
skills so I've been boastin with half a flow
can't handle the whole weight son, diagnosis, bullemic believe it
My best line, too for Pop Warner
you got cornered scouting report, scramble in the clutch
But when I get down, it's third and inches to score
How you gonna tackle the topic you suck at two-hand touch
We're too much for your defense break you down, zone weakens
Words bring embarassment, Captains look third string in comparison
to this too known to kick fat flow
And beat suckers straight up and down,
Game over when I blow your mind, but then I aimed explosive cuts
Verbal flamethrower, roasted nuts
as after snacks you wish you wore a cup in your panties
So all you pussies in this rap game, to up the ante
What's fancy? Big time skills or small penny
Dead to latter my letter, fatter than your JV
play with the big boys, toys bringin that weak shit
Before the battle I hit em off with fat, ladies latest on cassette
They done from the start
Ran for the finish got detoured the fast 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 it halfway
They are falling, their 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 thoughts I see hot like males with a cot included
Where the Sidewalk Ends and all your linear gets diluted
Infant he Star Spangled, packed a brand
circular medicine and deject
Time/Warner and it's affiliates, for runnin that wannabe Big Willie shit
Leave those clothes up to the Pope
List all personal posessions in your liner
While I connect genuinely 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 of skill, lost and found
Found by DNA patterns to wish you could
Just a little around the way of my set, that's the time
Enter the opus, focus on rap scrambling
Record to expect not reaction is bad gambling
I know a few that make we, collusion
El P and pentrate cranial intrusion

We do this one time so catch it, two of the and unsigned
Lethal seperate but combined, created a frontline a rhyming
Got you steppin, tryin to evade us bustin caps in thoughts
But now catching's added to your job skills
top of resume
Submitted applyin, for lyric positions we occupied yesterday
but got the pink slip, labels on some not shit
Requiring, brain absence lobotomy reigns/rains,
trap gets full, by J and El evasion tactics
Our equations infinite, punks distortin access
half words 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 filename of
bumrush, by one punch, upon my keyboard
My data's the top secret that mad suckers will for
Come from the last to be cut Dream Team Three
We be the who shine, prepare for butt, kickin
benchwarmin throwin down, all too often
While others barely 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 will no monopolize
Time/Warner will fall, I'm of you, come home