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

Don't sleep, peep the whole damn concept
I'm out to wreck, MC's
Steppin' to me with
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 up chairs, yeah

So me on a rampage
I spread out and hit ya a sawed off twelve gauge
So back up, don't play me
Most boast to be the best, but you can't and will

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

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

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

The chosen lyrical who backs me up
punks verbally and physically try to get over
With no skills, no
Havin' you about a brother

Who give a damn about dissin'
Black and white, clever like a
'Cause flow with the use of a pen
A sheet and when brain cells

Brain-bustin' try to get hype but
like doo-doo 'cause they can't even wipe butt
Stuck-up and conceited
Your one hit song, all year at shows

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

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

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

Now tell me why 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
Prince Poetry shoots powerful
Interrupting your braincells, dilutin' thoughts
Causin' side effects, fully disintegratin' body

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

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

Yeah, here we go, aiyyo, umm,
(Yo)
try to swing 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 think I know shit
Some MC's don't know
The quicker, I'm kickin' the

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

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

From the to reel, it doesn't matter
I got the skill to get ill
literature 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 girl, tax your girl
She said she wanted it from the so I waxed your girl
So why you try to swing on a nigga

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

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

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

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

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

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, you'll see
When I'm usin' a style for 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