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 garbage
I'm Goldilocks and I'm taxin' your
(Yeah)

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

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

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

This is just a whippin'
For all you who fall, but you keep slippin'
Shootin' the for the guh-guh-gab
I'm gonna dunk on your just like Kareem

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

The chosen lyrical who backs me up
punks verbally and physically try to get over
With no skills, no
Havin' you about a brother

Who don't give a damn dissin'
Black and white, clever like a
'Cause concepts flow the use of a pen
A sheet and when brain meet

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

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

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

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

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

Slang slurs punch that stuns and
Prince Poetry shoots phrases
Interrupting your braincells, dilutin' thoughts
Causin' side effects, fully body parts

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

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

Yeah, here we go, aiyyo, umm,
(Yo)
try to swing on me
Nut, I don't 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 I know some shit
MC's just don't know
The quicker, I'm kickin' the

Slippin' and the words hit quicker
Better figure, the verbs are in you
the poetical fanatical 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 rhymes I will lay
on wax distributed from a zodiac
Digitally a funky appeal

From the reel to reel, it matter
I got the skill to get ill
Straight when you try to hit 'em with your
Wack style, the critics are sore to 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 your girl
So why would you try to on a nigga

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

So get back, back, move 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 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 cope with a

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

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

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

Red is the when you look in
To my eyes, see Konfusion
When I'm usin' a style for 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