Luyện nghe bài hát Collude/Intrude

Mr. Len, a.k.a. Space Ghost, please commence
Flow, perform, J-Treds, prepare
El-P, prepare, you have approximately five
Fuck the bullshit, will fall
Record labels will fall, the Earth will

[El
Enter the all city access and encounter the of these
no one relaxes, actual
No wonder I'ma type to crush contenders with chewing satisfaction
Pervade ultraharmonic with the back 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, the whirling dervish
Or the dead and dumb millenium is at service
Flow the plaque, instigate lyrics then backfile MC
who thought cause he was dipped in blue that he could rock past-el
Got your hip-hop essence out of the Cross Colours
analog technology
Ask L. Ron Hubbard to down my Scientology
Fuckin up to the I bust insidious, Bad Touchin
to break to bumrushin
Fresh start biofeed this track achieves
pain penicilin and AZT couldn't relieve
Being Sizzlean I will trim the fat like Powders
burners like cap, lickin off shots from clocktowers
Play ring around the nation
The Deadhead situation, to see-saw creation
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 cards stuck in they bicycle spoke
For those VH-1 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 that first to touch the Monolith, delinquent
Up in that crack white squaw for the weekend
and I sunk your
Parked in a hot zone, to the E. Bola
Manifest brain tumors the phone as you roam in your Motorolas

All hail, J and El the rise, we got the grand prize
Foes fantasize 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, bullemic it
My best line, too for Pop Warner
you got cornered scouting report, can't scramble in the
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 defense break you down, zone
Words bring embarassment, Captains look like string in comparison
to this too well known to fat flow
And beat straight up and down, Tic-Tac-Toe
Game when I blow your mind, but then I aimed over explosive cuts
Verbal flamethrower, roasted nuts
as after battle snacks you wish you wore a cup in your
So all you pussies in this rap game, time to up the
your fancy? Big time skills or small penny
Dead to latter my varsity letter, fatter your JV
Only play with the big boys, bringin that weak shit
the battle I hit em off with fat, ladies latest release on cassette
They were from the start
Ran for the finish got detoured from the route by another
One holder hold ground for our town, N.Y.
For those who acknowledge they get left ass out plumbers

Congratulations Len, you have it halfway
They are falling, armies 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 like three males a cot included
Where the Ends and all your linear math gets diluted
Infant when he Star Spangled, packed a
medicine and deject wreck-the-tangle
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 wreck cuttin through these red ropes
Son grip the spigot, yeah that's the ticket
platoon pop 99 Luftballons
While the one hit blunder rushes exhaust city buses
I bond, resin cause for the sake of skill, lost 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, on rap scrambling
labels to expect not reaction is bad gambling
I know a few true make we, collusion
El P and J-Treds pentrate cranial

We do this one time so catch it, two of the 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 added to your job skills
top of resume
Submitted applyin, for lyric that we occupied yesterday
but got the pink slip, labels on some not think
Requiring, brain lobotomy reigns/rains, rapids
That trap gets full, by J and El tactics
Our equations infinite, punks distortin access
Havin half recyclin tracks like plastic, please forfeit
Flippin the script, I hope it has reinforcements, or else
it's torn to pieces while our thesis is
on my PC under the filename of Funcrush
Megabytes bumrush, by one punch, my keyboard
My data's the top secret that mad suckers will for
Come from the last to be cut from Dream Three
We be the who shine, prepare for butt, kickin
benchwarmin throwin down, all too often
While others barely touch rim and that's when butt licking

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