Luyện nghe bài hát Collude/Intrude

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

[El
Enter the all city and encounter the likes of these
no one relaxes, actual
No wonder I'ma type to crush contenders with pure satisfaction
your 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
up in the willows, catch the whirling dervish
Or the dead and millenium is at your service
the plaque, instigate lyrics then backfile another MC
who thought cause he was in powder blue that he could rock past-el
Got your hip-hop essence out of the Cross Colours
with analog
Ask L. Ron to break down my Scientology
Fuckin up to the I bust insidious, Bad Touchin
to break to bumrushin
Fresh start taming biofeed this track
pain penicilin crack and AZT couldn't
Being Sizzlean I will trim the fat Susan Powders
Disrespectin like cap, lickin off shots from clocktowers
Play ring around the dead
The Deadhead situation, situated to see-saw
MC's are helpless like 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 pseudo rip
Let the liquid talon soak into the 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 crack like white squaw for the weekend
and I sunk Battleship
Parked in a hot zone, live to the E.
Manifest brain tumors through the phone as you roam in Motorolas

All hail, J and El the fans rise, we got the grand
Foes runner up, the closest they can see it because
skills so lenient I've been boastin with half a
They can't handle the weight 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 when you suck at two-hand touch
We're too damn for your defense break you down, zone weakens
Words bring embarassment, Captains look like string in comparison
to too well known to kick fat flow
And suckers straight up and down, Tic-Tac-Toe
Game over when I blow your mind, but then I over explosive cuts
Verbal flamethrower, serving 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 your Big time skills or small penny
Dead to latter my varsity letter, fatter your JV
Only play the big boys, toys bringin that weak shit
Before the battle I hit em off with fat, ladies release on cassette
They were done the start
Ran for the got detoured from the fast route by another
One holder hold ground for our town, N.Y.
For those who don't they get left ass out plumbers

Congratulations Len, you made it halfway
They are falling, their are retreating
The job is not over, you must continue, please forward
El P, bring out tactic evasion, start, summation 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 math gets
Infant when he Star Spangled, a brand
circular medicine and deject
Fuck Time/Warner and it's affiliates, for that wannabe Big Willie shit
Leave fancy clothes up to the Pope
List all posessions in your liner note
While I connect genuinely 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 patterns to you could climb
Just a little girl around the way of my set, the time
the evil opus, focus on rap scrambling
Record labels to expect not reaction is bad
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 illest and
Lethal seperate but combined, friction created a a rhyming
Got you steppin, tryin to evade us bustin caps in thoughts
But now crossfire added to your job skills
top of resume
Submitted applyin, for lyric that we occupied yesterday
but got the slip, labels on some not think shit
Requiring, brain lobotomy reigns/rains, rapids
That trap gets full, by J and El evasion
Our equations infinite, punks random access
Havin half words recyclin tracks like plastic, forfeit
Flippin the same script, I it has reinforcements, or else
it's torn to pieces while our is untouched
Saved on my PC under the filename of
Megabytes bumrush, by one punch, my keyboard
My data's the top that mad suckers will fiend for
Come from the to be cut from Dream Team Three
We be the ones who shine, for butt, kickin
benchwarmin throwin down, all too often
While others barely rim and that's when they're butt licking

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