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

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

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

So me on a rampage
I spread out and hit ya like a sawed off twelve
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 like
I'm you front
Flaunt your puss-head, just like bark

is just a verbal whippin'
For all you who don't fall, but you slippin'
the gift for the guh-guh-gab
I'm gonna dunk on 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 soldier who backs me up
When verbally and physically try to get over
With no skills, no
Havin' you reminiscin' about a

Who don't a damn about dissin'
and white, clever like a superstition
'Cause concepts with the use of a pen
A sheet and when brain meet

Brain-bustin' try to get hype but
Smell like doo-doo 'cause they even wipe butt
and quite conceited
Your one hit song, all year at shows

knows it 'cause you're gonna repeat like re-runs
Put iron away 'cause 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 consider it
So I kick rhymes for the plain
For the peanuts, I commence to go

of a competitor, makin' it better
For rap 'cause I'm headed for
The top of the hill where Jack chill
Just me and Jill Jack has no skills

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

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

'Cause I stalk when I upon in the form of the flesh
Now weaken when Prince Poetry commence
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 again, atomic atom bomb
lyrics that you better not be usin'
Organizin' that you find Konfusin'

Yeah, we go, aiyyo, umm, Prince
(Yo)
try to swing on me
Nut, I think they can hit it
(Nah)
These styles, MC's they 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

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

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

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

So back up 'cause you lack the skills
I ask your girl, tax your girl
She said she wanted it from the back so I waxed your
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 was to consider me a new jack black
I already 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 this

So that you can check it out I flow awkwardly
I flow, yo, let's go, most 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', buckin' off into your
And fillin' your face with knuckles and the blood spill
In the sewer, always 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 catapault a
The epilogue editor
Trendsetter, letters are together
In the jaw of my mouth, I'm alphabetic

me a librarian, rhymes are scary when I mix verbs and phrases
And put the in places
Where 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 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 transmit