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 type you can walk up and eff with

Don't sleep, just the whole damn concept
I'm out to wreck, sucker
Steppin' to me garbage
I'm and I'm taxin' your porridge
(Yeah)

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

So consider me on a
I spread out and hit ya a sawed off twelve 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' like bark

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

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

The chosen lyrical soldier who me up
When punks verbally and physically try to get
With no skills, no
you reminiscin' about a brother

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

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

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

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

of a competitor, makin' it better
For rap listeners 'cause I'm for
The top of the hill where Jack can't
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 blunt a radical
of a poetical hypnotical mathematical

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

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

Too late 'cause I'm gone, I
And I drop a hip-hop again, atomic bomb
Releasin' that you better 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, they just can't get it
(These, why?)

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

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

Automatic itchy by the C.I.A.
By the way my display of that I will lay
Down on wax distributed from a
Digitally with a appeal

From the reel to reel, it matter
I still got the to get ill
Straight literature when you try to hit 'em your
Wack style, the are sore to crack smiles

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

With a itchy, finger 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 black
I already knew that

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, it like this

So that you can check it out I flow awkwardly
Awkwardly I flow, yo, go, most don't recollect me as T R O Y
'Cause get fly with a microphone, dope with a microphone
You can't cope 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, knew I could do a brother
With a of good MC's or maybe even a few are stale MC's

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

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

Red is the color you look in
To my eyes, you'll see
I'm usin' 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