Luyện nghe bài hát Collude/Intrude

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

[El
Enter the all city access and encounter the likes of
Regionally no one relaxes,
No wonder I'ma type to crush contenders with pure satisfaction
Pervade your ultraharmonic with the of your whole mediocre faction
boom head zoom contact off antaxion
Elbowed with a vacumn pure death MC's with closed
Wind up in the willows, the whirling dervish
Or the dead and dumb millenium is at your
Flow the plaque, instigate then backfile another MC
who thought cause he was in powder blue that he could rock past-el
Got hip-hop essence out of the Cross Colours catalog
with technology
Ask L. Ron Hubbard to break my Scientology
up to the chest I bust insidious, Bad Touchin
Boogie to to bumrushin
Fresh start taming this track achieves
pain penicilin and AZT couldn't relieve
Being Sizzlean I will the fat like Susan Powders
Disrespectin burners like cap, lickin off shots from
Play ring around the dead
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 is broke, or cock albums mispoke
And got the El P rookie cards in they bicycle spoke
For those VH-1 crystalized rip flows
Let the liquid talon into the seam of your coat
Meet the professional 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
in a hot zone, live to the E. Bola
Manifest tumors through the phone as you roam in your Motorolas

All hail, J and El the fans rise, we got the grand
Foes fantasize up, the closest they can see it because
skills so lenient been boastin with half 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 scramble in the
But when I get down, it's third and inches to score
How you tackle the topic when you suck at two-hand touch
We're too damn much for your break you down, zone weakens
Words bring embarassment, Captains look third string in comparison
to this too well known to kick fat
And suckers straight up and down, Tic-Tac-Toe
Game over when I blow your mind, but I aimed over explosive cuts
Verbal flamethrower, roasted nuts
as after battle snacks you wish you wore a cup in panties
So all you pussies in this rap game, to up the ante
What's your fancy? Big time skills or penny
Dead to latter my varsity letter, fatter your JV
Only play with the big boys, toys bringin weak shit
Before the battle I hit em off with fat, latest release on cassette
They were from 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 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 continue, please 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 with a cot
Where the Sidewalk Ends and all your linear gets diluted
Infant when he Star Spangled, packed a
circular medicine and deject
Fuck Time/Warner and it's affiliates, for runnin that wannabe Big Willie
Leave those clothes up to the Pope
List all personal posessions in your liner
While I connect wreck genuinely cuttin these red ropes
Son grip the love spigot, yeah the ticket
This platoon pop 99
While the one hit rushes exhaust like city buses
I bond, like resin cause for the 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, focus on rap
labels to expect not reaction is bad gambling
I a few true that make we, collusion
El P and J-Treds cranial intrusion

We do one time so catch it, two of the illest and unsigned
seperate but combined, friction 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 think
Requiring, brain absence lobotomy reigns/rains,
That trap gets full, by J and El evasion
Our equations infinite, punks distortin random
Havin half words recyclin like plastic, please forfeit
Flippin the same script, I hope it has reinforcements, or
it's to pieces while our thesis is untouched
on my PC under the filename of Funcrush
Megabytes bumrush, by one punch, upon my
My data's the top secret that mad suckers will for
from the last to be cut from Dream Team Three
We be the ones who shine, for butt, kickin
Rarely benchwarmin throwin down, all too
others barely touch rim and that's when they're butt licking

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