Organized Konfusion

Organized Konfusion - Organized Konfusion lyrics

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Capital 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 bother
 Prince Poetry  the man  not a myth
 I'm not the type that you can walk up and EFF with
 Don't sleep  just peep the whole damn connnnn cept
 I'M OUT TO WRECK!! Sucker MC's steppin to me with garbage
 I'm Goldilocks and I'm  taxin your porridge (yeah!)
 Ooooooh  cold but yummy
 I slept in your bed, and your girl sucks funny
 I'm out to bash, beats and, drop snares
 Crush tables and smash up chairs, YEAH
 So consider me on a rampage
 I spread out and hit ya like a sawed off twelve gauge
 So back up, don't play me close
 Most boast to be the best, but you can't, and will never
 ever in your life, come close to a mic, assassinator
 I'm playin you out like Beta
 I'm, watchin you, front
 Flaunt your puss-head lookin just like bark
 This is just a verbal whippin
 for all you who don't fall, but you keep slippin
 Shootin the gift for the GUH-GUH-GAB
 I'm gonna dunk on your neck just like Kareem
 Ab-dul, yo and ain't cool
 So don't let me act like a fool
 Cause I'm takin off from the tip-top of the key
 with the rock passed by the Pharoahe M-O-N, C-H
 the chosen lyrical soldier who backs me up
 when punks verbally and, physically try to get over
 with no skills, no comp..petition
 havin you reminiscin about a brother
 who don't give a DAMN about dissin
 Black and white, clever like a superstition
 Cause concepts flow, with the use of a
 pen, a sheet, and when braincells meet
 Brain-bustin MC's try to get hype but
 smell like doo-doo cause they can't even wipe butt
 Stuck-up and quite conceited
 Your one hit song, all year long, at shows
 everybody knows it cause you're gonna repeat, like reruns
 Put your iron away, cause I got three guns
 Now that we've got things up and out in the open
 and clear yo, grab a chair
 Cause I swing with a style that's rather ill
 The illiterate can't consider it legitimate so I
 kick simplistic rhymes for the plain
 For the peanuts, I commence to go insane
 Shredder of a competitor, makin it better for
 rap listeners, cause I'm headed for
 the top of the hill where Jack can't chill
 Just me and Jill cause Jack has no skills
 Now tell me why everybody wants to be a Prince
 No skills, no sense, NONSENSE
 I'm steppin up front, and to be quite,
 blunt a radical creator of a poetical hypnotical mathematical
 slang slurs punch, that stuns and amazes
 Interrupting your braincells, dilutin your thoughts
 Causin side effects fully disintegratin body parts
 Cause I stalk when I pray upon in the form of the flesh
 Now weaken when Prince Poetry commence speakin
 Side by side I rock with the Pharoahe
 Watch you decomposin MC's, and look there's only a shadow
 Too late, cause I'm gone, I explode
 and I drop a hip-hop again, atomic, atom bomb
 Releasin lyrics that you better not be usin
 Organizin beats that you find Konfusin

 [Pharoahe Monch]
 Yeah.. here we go..
 Aiyyo umm Prince (yo!) Brothers try to swing on me
 nut I don't think they can hit it (nah)
 These (these) styles, MC'S they, JUST CAN'T GET IT (why?)
 The way I ar-ti-cu-late my flows (my flows!)
 Sometimes I think I know some shit
 some MC's just don't know; THE
 quicker I'm kickin the style
 slippin and stickin the words hit quicker
 better figure the verbs are thick in you
 while the poetical fanatical rap acrobatical style
 static never had any so I'm packin a black
 automatic pistol itchy by the C.I.A.
 By the way, my display of rhymes that I will lay
 down on wax, distributed from a zodiac
 Digitally, with a funky appeal
 From the reel to reel, it doesn't matter
 I still got the skill to get ill
 Straight literature when you try to hit em with your
 WACK STYLE, the critics are sore to crack smiles
 So back up black cause you lack the skills
 when I ask your girl, tax your girl
 She said she wanted it from the back so I WAXED your girl
 So why would you try to swing, on a nigga
 with a itchy trigger finger better bring a bigger auto
 hit, swing a nigga if you wanna get rid of me (damn)
 Your first mistake, was to consider me
 a new jack black when I ahhhh-lready knew that
 So get back, step back, move back, out of my way
 when I roll offbeat (offbeat) again
 Again and again and again and again and again
 Blending the style, mending it like this
 so that you can check it out when I flow awkwardly
 Awkwardly I flow, yo, let's go
 Most don't recollect me as T-R-O, Y
 cause I'ma get fly, with a microphone
 dope with a microphone, you can't cope with a microphone
 cause I'ma be illin, buckin off into your grill and
 fillin your face with knuckles and watchin the blood spill in
 down the sewer, always knew I could do a brother
 with a crew of, good MC's
 Or maybe even a few are stale MC's
 I scatter data that'll catapault a metaphor
 The epitcle epilogue editor
 Trendsetter, letters are formin together
 in the jaw side of my mouth, I'm alphabetic
 Call me a librarian, rhymes are scary when
 I mix verbs and phrases and put the vocabulary in places
 where, only the M-O-N-C-H can do it
 So don't ever despise
 Red is the color when you look in to my Organized/eyes
 you'll see Konfusion
 When 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 will TRANSMIT
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Hollywood BASIC


Released in: 1991

Language: English

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