(feat. Organized Rhyme Crew)



[Mayhem]

I snatch the mic and rock and spit rhymes that make the world stop

And wanna-be MCs shed tears like Tupac

stabbin my soldier in the back, but you sittin on the bench

shut yo mouth about my man, cause i'll come to his defense

I gotta drop thang upon your feel

so in this next line Mayhem bout to get for real

half a y'all is wack, no lyrical talent, you pretenders

you're wrong about the Organized Rhyme representers

the other half approach if you wish to persist in my rage

you cease to exist when I enter the stage

I'm invincible, you invisible, break you down to pure minibles

now you miserable, destroy you with no intervals

in my mind I see a lyrical beam on your head

when its time to go to the battle zone all I see is red

cause you in danger, when I come through whos stoppin me ?

A kamikaze Mobb a Deep-er, than Havoc or Prodigy, uh



[Chorus]

I represent the Organized Rhyme c-a-Crew

no one can do what we do, thats why there's just a few

(Organized Rhyme) ORC

droppin lyrics led by the Spirit on the M I C



[Maximillian]

Maximillian sees the problems in the Christian industry

so I'm breakin off all these hooble-type rappers

cause they don't feast on dope beats, they're just snackers

meanwhile our crew explodes like fire crackers

backwards mentality

you disrespect the pioneers who paved the way for you and your crew

we be the deacons of this industry

dis and Mayhem and T and the E - D O G

when actually your lyrics straight be glorifyin the enemy

I hate to hit you with a blast from the past LP

without the LORD, man it wouldnt sell 3

most brothas be like, "man don't I know you ?" and its true

91, 92, where were you ?, I'm bangin with the Organized Rhyme Crew



[Chorus]



[T-Bone]

check it out

well it be my turn to bust, so watch out, you know the deal

I cut MCs like Zorro, leavin faces scarred up like Seal

really tho, so peep the voice, I be the B O N E

wit the crew who hold more championships than Wayne Gretzky

(cause we be) the Organized Rhyme bambinos

bustin more rhymes than tech 9s held by Al Pachino

so watch out, we comin full force with dope production

And these lyrics so phat, sometimes I need lyposuctions

huh, I'm in the house like a kitchen, flippin lyrics sweet like honey

And I got mo raps than the mummy

steady killin the demons everyday like Chunghatti

until the day God gone beam me up like Scotty

(oh yeah) did I forget to mention

that I be keepin MCs locked up like Shawshank Redemption

huh, its just a gift, now I be passin the microphone

back to my cousin who used to sling more keys than a lock smith, ahh



[Chorus]



[E-Dog]

pose a threat, my rhymes be organized like my crew

It's the few, but not the proud like some groups around fool

It's the E to the D O G

lyrically assassinatin demons everyday like my cousin T

see, we be, the notorious Organized Rhyme clique

equipped with the Word of God like a pistol grip

And when I'm thumpin gets to pumpin more and more of what you lookin for

aura in your town, now we takin over

so put away your nursery rhymes, chimes, and nickel and dime hooks

you ain't got no verse in this rap book

dear God, I got up in the ride because its scary

for T-Bo capped 'em writin out a dictionary

I don't associate myself with playa haters, can't trust 'em

they say we ain't dope, but we still can't pass through customs

(dust 'em) like finger prints (you can't touch his mind)

my crew be more United than the Airlines



[Chorus x3]