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 whole damn
I'm out to wreck, sucker
to me with 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 drop
tables and smash up chairs, yeah

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

Ever in your life, close to a mic
Assassinator, I'm playin' you out beta
I'm watchin' you
Flaunt your puss-head, just like bark

This is a verbal whippin'
For all you who don't fall, but you keep
Shootin' the for the guh-guh-gab
I'm gonna on your neck just like Kareem

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

The lyrical soldier who backs me up
When punks and physically try to get over
no skills, no competition
Havin' you reminiscin' about a

Who don't give a damn about
Black and white, like a superstition
concepts flow with the use of a pen
A sheet and when brain cells

MC's try to get hype but
Smell like doo-doo 'cause they even wipe butt
Stuck-up and quite
Your one hit song, all year at shows

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, here we go, aiyyo, umm,
(Yo)
Brothers try to on me
Nut, I think they 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 know shit
Some MC's just know
The quicker, I'm kickin' the

Slippin' and stickin' the words hit
Better figure, the verbs are in you
While the poetical rap acrobatical style
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
Down on wax distributed a zodiac
with a funky appeal

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

me a librarian, rhymes are scary when I mix verbs and phrases
And put the vocabulary in
Where the M O N C H can do it
So ever despise

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