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

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

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

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

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

This is a verbal whippin'
For all you who fall, but you keep slippin'
Shootin' the gift for the
I'm gonna dunk on your neck just like

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 rock passed by the M O N C H

The chosen lyrical soldier who 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 with the use of a pen
A sheet and brain cells meet

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

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

I swing with a style that's rather ill
The illiterate consider it legitimate
So I simplistic rhymes for the plain
For the peanuts, I to go insane

Shredder of a competitor, it better
For rap 'cause I'm headed for
The top of the hill where Jack 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
of a poetical hypnotical mathematical

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

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

Too late 'cause I'm gone, I
And I drop a again, atomic atom bomb
lyrics that you better not be usin'
Organizin' beats that you Konfusin'

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

The way I articulate my
(My flows)
Sometimes I think I some shit
Some MC's just know
The quicker, I'm kickin' the

Slippin' and stickin' the hit quicker
Better figure, the verbs are in you
While the poetical fanatical rap acrobatical
Static, had any, so I'm packin' a black

pistol itchy by the C.I.A.
By the way my display of that I will lay
on wax distributed from a zodiac
Digitally a funky appeal

From the to reel, it doesn't 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
When I ask your girl, tax girl
She said she wanted it from the back so I waxed your
So why would you try to on a nigga

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

So get back, step back, back, out of my way
When I roll offbeat
(Offbeat)
Again, and again, and again, and again, and
the style, mending it like 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 can't with a microphone

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

I scatter that'll catapault a metaphor
The epitcle editor
Trendsetter, letters are 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
only the M O N C H can do it
So don't ever

Red is the color when you 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