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 type you can walk up and eff with

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

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

So consider me on a
I out and hit ya like a sawed off twelve gauge
So back up, don't play me
Most boast to be the best, but you and will never

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

This is just a 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 ain't
So let me act like a fool
'Cause I'm off from the tip-top of the key
With the passed by the Pharoahe M O N C H

The chosen soldier who backs me up
When punks verbally and physically try to get
no skills, no competition
Havin' you about a brother

Who give a damn about dissin'
and white, clever like a superstition
'Cause flow with the use of a pen
A sheet and when brain cells

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Automatic pistol by the C.I.A.
By the way my display of rhymes that I lay
on wax distributed from a zodiac
Digitally with a funky

From the to reel, it doesn't matter
I got the skill to get ill
Straight literature when you try to hit 'em with
Wack style, the critics are sore to crack

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

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

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

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

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

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

Call me a librarian, rhymes are 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 color you look in
To my eyes, see Konfusion
When I'm 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 will