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

Don't sleep, 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 your girl funny
I'm out to bash, and drop snares
tables and smash up chairs, yeah

So me on a rampage
I spread out and hit ya a sawed off twelve gauge
So back up, don't me close
Most boast to be the best, but you can't and will

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

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

Abdul, yo, and cool
So don't let me act a fool
'Cause I'm takin' off from the of the key
the rock passed by the Pharoahe M O N C H

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

Who don't give a about dissin'
Black and white, clever a superstition
'Cause flow with the use of a pen
A and when brain cells meet

MC's try to get hype but
Smell like doo-doo they can't even wipe butt
and quite conceited
Your one hit song, all long at shows

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

'Cause I swing with a style that's ill
The illiterate can't consider it
So I kick rhymes for the plain
For the peanuts, I commence to go

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

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

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

I stalk when I pray upon in the form of the flesh
Now weaken when Prince Poetry speakin'
Side by side, I with the Pharoahe
you decomposin' MC's and look there's only a shadow

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

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

The way I articulate my
(My flows)
Sometimes I think I some shit
Some MC's just don't
The quicker, I'm kickin' the

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

pistol itchy by the C.I.A.
By the way my display of rhymes I will lay
Down on wax from a zodiac
with a funky appeal

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

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

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 me a new jack black
I already knew that

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

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

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

I scatter data that'll a metaphor
The epitcle editor
Trendsetter, letters are formin'
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 ever despise

Red is the color when you in
To my eyes, you'll see
When I'm usin' a style for abusin' MC's are loosin',
The O R G A N I Z E D K O N F U S I N G transmit