Luyện nghe bài hát Organized Konfusion

P to the R to the I to the N to the C to the E
To the P to the O to the E, try harder, bother
Prince Poetry, the man not a
I'm not the that you can walk up and eff with

Don't sleep, just peep the damn concept
I'm out to wreck, MC's
Steppin' to me with
I'm and I'm taxin' your porridge
(Yeah)

Ooh, cold but
I in your bed and your girl sucks funny
I'm out to bash, and drop snares
Crush tables and smash up chairs,

So me on a rampage
I spread out and hit ya a sawed off twelve gauge
So back up, don't play me
Most to be the best, but you can't and will never

Ever in life, come close to a mic
Assassinator, I'm playin' you out beta
I'm you front
Flaunt your puss-head, lookin' just like

This is just a verbal
For all you who don't fall, but you slippin'
the gift for the guh-guh-gab
I'm gonna dunk on your neck just like

Abdul, yo, and ain't
So let me act like a fool
'Cause I'm off from the tip-top of the key
the rock passed by the Pharoahe M O N C H

The lyrical soldier who backs me up
When punks and physically try to get over
With no skills, no
Havin' you reminiscin' a brother

Who don't a damn about dissin'
and white, clever like a superstition
'Cause flow with the use of a pen
A sheet and brain cells meet

MC's try to get hype but
Smell like doo-doo 'cause they can't even wipe
Stuck-up and conceited
Your one hit song, all year long at

Everybody knows it 'cause you're gonna repeat like
Put your iron 'cause I got three guns
Now we've got things up and out in the open
And clear, yo, a chair

'Cause I swing with a style rather ill
The illiterate consider it legitimate
So I kick simplistic rhymes for the
For the peanuts, I to go insane

of a competitor, makin' it better
For rap 'cause I'm headed for
The top of the hill where Jack can't
Just me and Jill 'cause has no skills

Now me why everybody wants to be a Prince
No skills, no sense,
I'm steppin' up front and to be quite a radical
Creator of a poetical mathematical

Slang slurs punch stuns and amazes
Prince Poetry shoots powerful
Interrupting your braincells, dilutin' your
Causin' side effects, fully disintegratin' body

'Cause I stalk when I pray upon in the form of the
Now weaken when Poetry commence speakin'
Side by side, I rock the Pharoahe
Watch you decomposin' MC's and look only a shadow

Too late I'm gone, I explode
And I drop a hip-hop again, atomic bomb
Releasin' lyrics you better not be usin'
Organizin' that you find Konfusin'

Yeah, here we go, aiyyo, umm,
(Yo)
try to swing on me
Nut, I think they can hit it
(Nah)
These styles, MC's just can't get it
(These, why?)

The way I articulate my
(My flows)
Sometimes I think I know some
Some MC's just know
The quicker, I'm the style

Slippin' and stickin' the hit quicker
Better figure, the are thick in you
While the poetical rap acrobatical style
Static, never had any, so I'm a black

pistol itchy by the C.I.A.
By the way my display of that I will lay
on wax distributed from a zodiac
Digitally with a funky

From the reel to reel, it doesn't
I got the skill to get ill
Straight literature when you try to hit 'em your
Wack style, the critics are sore to crack

So back up 'cause you lack the skills
When I ask your girl, tax girl
She said she wanted it from the back so I waxed your
So why would you try to on a nigga

With a itchy, trigger better bring a bigger auto hit
Swing a nigga if you get rid of me
(Damn)
Your first mistake was to consider me a new jack
When I already knew

So get back, step back, back, out of my way
I roll offbeat again
(Offbeat)
Again, and again, and again, and again, and
Blending the style, it like this

So you can check it out when I flow awkwardly
Awkwardly I flow, yo, let's go, most don't me as T R O Y
'Cause I'ma get fly with a microphone, with a microphone
You can't with a microphone

'Cause I'ma be illin', buckin' off into your
And fillin' your face knuckles and watchin' the blood spill
In down the sewer, always knew I could do a
With a crew of good MC's or maybe even a few are stale

I scatter that'll catapault a metaphor
The epilogue editor
Trendsetter, are formin' together
In the jaw of my mouth, I'm alphabetic

Call me a librarian, are scary when I mix verbs and phrases
And put the in places
only the M O N C H can do it
So don't ever

Red is the when you look in
To my eyes, you'll see
I'm usin' a style for abusin' MC's are loosin', quick
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