Luyện nghe bài hát Collude/Intrude

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

[El
the all city access and encounter the likes of these
Regionally no one relaxes,
No wonder I'ma type to crush contenders with chewing satisfaction
Pervade your with the back of your whole mediocre faction
Sonic boom head zoom contact off
Elbowed with a vacumn pure death MC's with closed
up in the willows, catch the whirling dervish
Or the dead and dumb millenium is at your
Flow the plaque, instigate lyrics then backfile MC
who thought cause he was dipped in powder blue he could rock past-el
Got your hip-hop essence out of the Cross catalog
with technology
Ask L. Ron Hubbard to break down my
Fuckin up to the chest I bust insidious, Bad
Boogie to to bumrushin
Fresh start taming this track achieves
pain crack and AZT couldn't relieve
Being Sizzlean I will trim the fat like Susan
Disrespectin like cap, lickin off shots from clocktowers
Play ring around the nation
The situation, situated to see-saw creation
are helpless like Gadzook keep faggot like RuPaul
troop to the new sensation fuck whole wannabe gangster fascination
The is broke, or cock albums mispoke
And got the El P cards stuck in they bicycle spoke
For VH-1 crystalized pseudo rip flows
Let the liquid talon soak into the seam of coat
Meet the professional dead or politrick technician
neck capital P for the deep throat dickin
I was that first monkey to touch the Monolith,
Up in that crack like white for the weekend
and I sunk 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 fans rise, we got the grand
Foes fantasize runner up, the they can see it because
skills so lenient I've been boastin with half a
They can't handle the whole son, diagnosis, bullemic believe it
My best line, too advanced for Pop
you got cornered scouting report, can't in the clutch
But when I get down, third and inches threatenin to score
How you gonna tackle the topic when you at two-hand touch
We're too damn much for defense break you down, zone weakens
Words bring embarassment, Captains look like third 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
flamethrower, serving roasted nuts
as after battle you wish you wore a cup in your panties
So all you in this rap game, time to up the ante
What's your Big time skills or small penny
Dead to latter my varsity letter, fatter than JV
Only play with the big boys, toys that weak shit
Before the I hit em off with fat, ladies latest release on cassette
They were done the start
Ran for the finish got detoured the fast route by another
One spot hold ground for our town, N.Y.
For who don't acknowledge they get left ass out plumbers

Congratulations Len, you made 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 three males with a cot included
Where the Sidewalk Ends and all your linear math gets
when he Star Spangled, packed a brand
circular medicine and deject
Fuck and it's affiliates, for runnin that wannabe Big Willie shit
Leave those clothes up to the Pope
List all personal posessions in liner note
While I connect wreck genuinely cuttin through red ropes
Son grip the love spigot, yeah the ticket
This pop 99 Luftballons
While the one hit blunder rushes exhaust like buses
I bond, like resin cause for the of skill, lost and found
Found by DNA patterns to wish you could
Just a girl around the way of my set, that's the time
Enter the evil opus, on rap scrambling
Record labels to expect not reaction is bad
I know a few true make we, collusion
El P and pentrate cranial intrusion

We do this one time so catch it, two of the illest and
Lethal seperate but combined, friction created a frontline a
Got you steppin, tryin to us bustin caps in your thoughts
But now crossfire catching's to your job skills
top of resume
Submitted applyin, for lyric positions that we occupied
but got the pink slip, labels on not think shit
Requiring, brain absence lobotomy reigns/rains,
That trap gets full, by J and El tactics
Our equations infinite, punks distortin random
Havin half words recyclin tracks like plastic, forfeit
Flippin the same script, I it has reinforcements, or else
it's 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 will fiend for
Come from the last to be cut Dream Team Three
We be the ones who shine, for butt, kickin
Rarely benchwarmin throwin down, all too
While barely touch rim and that's when they're butt licking

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