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 minutes
Fuck the bullshit, Time/Warner fall
Record labels will fall, the Earth 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 chewing satisfaction
Pervade your ultraharmonic the back of your whole mediocre faction
Sonic boom zoom contact off antaxion
Elbowed with a pure death MC's with closed captions
Wind up in the willows, catch the whirling
Or the dead and dumb millenium is at your
Flow the plaque, lyrics then backfile another MC
who cause he was dipped in powder 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
Boogie to to bumrushin
start taming biofeed this track achieves
pain penicilin and AZT couldn't relieve
Being Sizzlean I will trim the fat like Susan
Disrespectin burners like cap, lickin off shots clocktowers
ring around the dead nation
The Deadhead situation, situated to creation
MC's are helpless like Gadzook keep faggot like
troop to the new fuck that whole wannabe gangster fascination
The is broke, or cock albums mispoke
And got the El P rookie cards stuck in they spoke
For those crystalized pseudo rip flows
Let the liquid talon soak into the of your coat
the professional dead or alive politrick technician
Straight neck capital P for the deep 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, live to the E.
Manifest brain tumors through the as you roam in your Motorolas

All hail, J and El the rise, we got the grand prize
Foes fantasize runner up, the they can see it because
skills so lenient I've been boastin half a flow
They can't handle the whole weight son, diagnosis, bullemic it
My line, too advanced for Pop Warner
you got cornered report, can't scramble in the clutch
But I get down, it's third and inches threatenin to score
How you gonna the topic when you suck at two-hand touch
too damn much for your defense break you down, zone weakens
Words bring embarassment, Captains look like third in comparison
to this too well known to kick fat
And suckers straight up and down, Tic-Tac-Toe
Game over when I your mind, but then I aimed over explosive cuts
Verbal flamethrower, serving 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 letter, fatter than your JV
Only play with the big boys, toys bringin that weak
the battle I hit em off with fat, ladies latest release on cassette
They were from 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 acknowledge get left ass out plumbers

Congratulations Len, you have it halfway
They are falling, their armies are
The job is not over, you must continue, please forward
El P, out tactic evasion, start, summation equals now
Do not us, we're counting on you

[El
For thoughts I see hot like three with a cot included
Where the Sidewalk Ends and all your math gets diluted
Infant he Star Spangled, packed a brand
circular medicine and wreck-the-tangle
Fuck Time/Warner and it's affiliates, for that wannabe Big Willie shit
Leave those fancy clothes up to the
List all personal posessions in your note
While I connect wreck cuttin through these red ropes
Son the love spigot, yeah that's the ticket
This pop 99 Luftballons
While the one hit blunder rushes exhaust like city
I bond, like resin cause for the of skill, lost and found
Found by DNA patterns to you could climb
Just a little around the way of my set, that's the time
Enter the 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 cranial

We do this one time so it, two of the illest and unsigned
Lethal seperate but combined, created a frontline a rhyming
Got you steppin, tryin to evade us bustin caps in your
But now crossfire catching's added to your job
top of your
Submitted applyin, for lyric positions that we occupied
but got the slip, labels on some not think shit
Requiring, absence lobotomy reigns/rains, rapids
That trap gets full, by J and El tactics
Our equations infinite, punks distortin access
Havin words recyclin tracks like plastic, please forfeit
the same script, I hope it has reinforcements, or else
it's torn to while our thesis is untouched
Saved on my PC under the of Funcrush
Megabytes bumrush, by one punch, upon my
My data's the top secret that mad suckers will for
Come from the last to be cut from Dream Team
We be the ones who shine, prepare for butt,
Rarely throwin down, all too often
While others barely touch rim and that's when they're butt

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
will fall, I'm proud of you, come home