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

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

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

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

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

This is just a verbal
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
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
With no skills, no
you reminiscin' about a brother

Who don't give a damn about
Black and white, clever a superstition
'Cause concepts flow the use of a pen
A sheet and brain cells meet

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

Everybody it 'cause you're gonna repeat like re-runs
Put your away 'cause I got three 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 consider it
So I kick simplistic for the plain
For the peanuts, I to go insane

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

Now me why everybody wants 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
Poetry shoots powerful phrases
Interrupting your braincells, your thoughts
Causin' side effects, fully disintegratin' body

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

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

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

The way I my flows
(My flows)
Sometimes I I know some shit
Some just don't know
The quicker, I'm the style

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

Automatic itchy by the C.I.A.
By the way my display of rhymes I will lay
Down on wax from a zodiac
Digitally with a appeal

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

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 better bring a bigger auto hit
Swing a if you wanna get rid of me
(Damn)
first mistake 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 again
(Offbeat)
Again, and again, and again, and again, and
the style, mending it like this

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

'Cause I'ma be illin', buckin' off your grill
And fillin' your face with 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 data 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, are scary when I mix verbs and phrases
And put the vocabulary in
Where the M O N C H can do it
So don't ever

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