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, MC's
Steppin' to me with
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
Crush and smash up chairs, yeah

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

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

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

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

The chosen lyrical soldier who 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'
Black and white, clever a superstition
concepts flow with the use of a pen
A sheet and when brain cells

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

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

'Cause I swing with a style rather ill
The illiterate can't it legitimate
So I kick simplistic for the plain
For the peanuts, I to go insane

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

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

slurs punch that stuns and amazes
Prince shoots powerful phrases
Interrupting your braincells, dilutin' your
Causin' side effects, disintegratin' body parts

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

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

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

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

and stickin' the words hit quicker
Better figure, the verbs are in you
While the poetical fanatical rap style
Static, never had any, so I'm packin' a

Automatic itchy by the C.I.A.
By the way my display of rhymes that I lay
on wax distributed from 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
Wack style, the are sore to crack smiles

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

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

So get back, step back, back, out of my way
When I offbeat 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 awkwardly
I flow, yo, let's go, most don't recollect me as T R O Y
'Cause I'ma get fly with a microphone, dope a microphone
You cope with a microphone

I'ma be illin', buckin' off into your grill
And fillin' face with 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 a few are stale MC's

I scatter data that'll catapault a
The epitcle epilogue
Trendsetter, letters are formin'
In the jaw side of my mouth, I'm

Call me a librarian, rhymes are scary I mix verbs and phrases
And put the vocabulary in
Where the M O N C H can do it
So ever despise

Red is the color you look in
To my eyes, see Konfusion
When I'm usin' a 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 will