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 that you can walk up and eff

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

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

So consider me on a
I spread out and hit ya like a sawed off twelve
So back up, play 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, lookin' like 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 takin' off the tip-top of the key
the rock 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 don't give a about dissin'
Black and white, clever like a
'Cause concepts flow the use of a pen
A sheet and when cells meet

MC's try to get hype but
Smell like doo-doo 'cause they can't even butt
and quite conceited
Your one hit song, all year long at

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, a chair

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

Shredder of a competitor, it better
For rap listeners 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 to be a Prince
No skills, no sense,
I'm steppin' up front and to be blunt a radical
Creator of a poetical mathematical

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

'Cause I stalk when I upon in the form of the flesh
Now weaken when Prince commence speakin'
Side by side, I rock the Pharoahe
you decomposin' MC's and look there's only a shadow

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

Yeah, we go, aiyyo, umm, Prince
(Yo)
Brothers try to on me
Nut, I don't 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 I know some shit
Some MC's just don't
The quicker, I'm kickin' the

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

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

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

With a itchy, trigger finger better bring a bigger hit
Swing a nigga if you get rid of me
(Damn)
Your first mistake was to me a new jack 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
the style, mending it like this

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

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

I scatter that'll catapault a metaphor
The epitcle epilogue
Trendsetter, letters are formin'
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 ever despise

Red is the color when you in
To my eyes, you'll see
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