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

sleep, just peep the whole damn concept
I'm out to wreck, sucker
Steppin' to me garbage
I'm and I'm taxin' your porridge
(Yeah)

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

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

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

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

Abdul, yo, and ain't
So don't let me act like a
'Cause I'm takin' off from the of the key
With the rock passed by the M O N C H

The chosen lyrical soldier who me up
When punks verbally and try to get over
no skills, no competition
Havin' you reminiscin' a brother

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

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

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

'Cause I swing with a style that's ill
The can't consider it legitimate
So I kick rhymes 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 Jack can't
me and Jill 'cause Jack has no skills

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

Slang slurs that stuns and amazes
Poetry shoots powerful phrases
Interrupting your braincells, your thoughts
Causin' side effects, fully body parts

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

Too 'cause I'm gone, I explode
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 they can hit it
(Nah)
These styles, MC's they just get it
(These, why?)

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

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

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

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

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

With a itchy, finger better bring a bigger auto hit
a nigga 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, back, move back, out of my way
When I roll offbeat
(Offbeat)
Again, and again, and again, and again, and
Blending the style, mending it like

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

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

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

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

Red is the color you look in
To my eyes, see Konfusion
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