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
Poetry, the man not a myth
I'm not the that you can walk up and eff with

sleep, just peep the whole damn concept
I'm out to wreck, sucker
to me with garbage
I'm Goldilocks and I'm taxin' porridge
(Yeah)

Ooh, cold but
I slept in your bed and 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, play me close
Most boast to be the best, but you can't and will

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

This is a verbal whippin'
For all you who don't fall, but you keep
Shootin' the gift for the
I'm gonna on your neck just like Kareem

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

The chosen lyrical who backs me up
When punks verbally and try to get over
no skills, no competition
Havin' you reminiscin' a brother

Who give a damn about dissin'
and white, clever like a superstition
'Cause concepts flow the use of a pen
A sheet and when cells meet

Brain-bustin' try to get hype but
Smell doo-doo 'cause they can't even wipe butt
Stuck-up and quite
Your one hit song, all year at shows

Everybody knows it 'cause you're repeat like re-runs
Put your iron away 'cause I got three
Now that we've got up and out in the open
And clear, yo, grab a

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

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

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

Slang slurs that stuns and amazes
Prince Poetry shoots powerful
Interrupting your braincells, your thoughts
Causin' side effects, disintegratin' body parts

'Cause I when I pray upon in the form of the flesh
Now weaken when Poetry commence speakin'
Side by side, I rock the Pharoahe
Watch you decomposin' and look there's 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' beats that you Konfusin'

Yeah, here we go, aiyyo, umm,
(Yo)
try to swing on me
Nut, I don't think can hit it
(Nah)
styles, MC's they 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 kickin' the

Slippin' and the words hit quicker
figure, the verbs are thick in you
While the poetical rap acrobatical style
Static, had any, so I'm packin' a black

Automatic pistol by the C.I.A.
By the way my of rhymes that I will lay
Down on wax distributed a zodiac
Digitally a funky appeal

From the to reel, it doesn't matter
I still got the to get ill
Straight when you try to hit 'em with your
style, the critics are sore to crack smiles

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

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

So get back, back, move back, out of my way
When I roll again
(Offbeat)
Again, and again, and again, and again, and
Blending the style, mending it like

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

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

I scatter that'll catapault a metaphor
The epitcle editor
Trendsetter, letters are together
In the jaw side of my mouth, I'm

Call me a librarian, rhymes are 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
When I'm a style for abusin' MC's are loosin', quick
The O R G A N I Z E D K O N F U S I N G transmit