Luyện nghe bài hát Collude/Intrude

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

[El
Enter the all city access and the likes of these
no one relaxes, actual
No wonder I'ma to crush contenders with pure chewing satisfaction
Pervade your ultraharmonic with the back of your mediocre faction
Sonic boom zoom contact off antaxion
Elbowed a vacumn pure death MC's with closed captions
Wind up in the willows, catch the dervish
Or the dead and millenium is at your service
Flow the plaque, lyrics then backfile another MC
who thought cause he was dipped in powder blue that he rock past-el
Got your essence out of the Cross Colours catalog
with analog
Ask L. Ron Hubbard to break down my
Fuckin up to the I bust insidious, Bad Touchin
Boogie to break to
Fresh start taming this track achieves
pain crack and AZT couldn't relieve
Being Sizzlean I will trim the fat Susan Powders
Disrespectin burners like cap, off shots from clocktowers
Play ring around the nation
The Deadhead situation, situated to see-saw
MC's are helpless like Gadzook keep faggot like
troop to the new sensation fuck that whole wannabe gangster
The is broke, or cock albums mispoke
And got the El P rookie cards stuck in they spoke
For those VH-1 crystalized pseudo rip
Let the liquid soak into the seam of your coat
Meet the professional dead or politrick technician
Straight capital P for the deep throat dickin
I was first monkey to touch the Monolith, delinquent
Up in that crack white squaw for the weekend
and I sunk your
Parked in a hot zone, live to the E.
Manifest brain tumors through the phone as you in your Motorolas

All hail, J and El the fans rise, we got the prize
fantasize runner up, the closest they can see it because
skills so lenient I've been boastin 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 I get down, it's third and inches threatenin to score
How you gonna tackle the when you suck at two-hand touch
We're too damn much for defense break you down, zone weakens
Words bring embarassment, Captains look third string in comparison
to this too well to kick fat flow
And beat straight up and down, Tic-Tac-Toe
Game over when I blow your mind, but then I over explosive cuts
Verbal flamethrower, roasted nuts
as after battle snacks you wish you wore a cup in panties
So all you in this rap game, time to up the ante
What's your fancy? Big time or small penny
Dead to latter my varsity letter, fatter than JV
Only play the big boys, toys bringin that weak shit
Before the battle I hit em off with fat, ladies latest release on
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 those who don't acknowledge get left ass out plumbers

Congratulations Len, you made it halfway
are falling, their 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, we're on you

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

We do this one time so catch it, two of the and unsigned
Lethal seperate but combined, friction created a a rhyming
Got you steppin, tryin to evade us bustin caps in your
But now crossfire catching's to your job skills
top of your
Submitted applyin, for positions that we occupied yesterday
but got the pink slip, labels on not think shit
Requiring, brain absence reigns/rains, rapids
trap gets full, by J and El evasion tactics
Our equations infinite, punks distortin access
Havin half words recyclin tracks like plastic, please
Flippin the same script, I hope it has reinforcements, or
it's torn to while our thesis is untouched
Saved on my PC under the filename of
Megabytes bumrush, by one punch, upon my
My data's the top secret that mad suckers 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 when 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, will no longer monopolize
Time/Warner will fall, I'm of you, come home