a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

lirik lagu organized konfusion - organized konfusion

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 d-mn concept
i’m out to wreck, sucker mc’s
steppin’ to me with garbage
i’m goldilocks and i’m taxin’ your porridge
(yeah)

ooh, 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
-ss-ssinator, i’m playin’ you out like beta
i’m watchin’ you front
flaunt your p-ss-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

abdul, 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 p-ssed 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 compet-tion
havin’ you reminiscin’ about a brother

who don’t give a d-mn about dissin’
black and white, clever like a superst-tion
’cause concepts flow with the use of a pen
a sheet and when brain cells meet

brain-bustin’ mc’s try to get hype but
smell like doo-doo ’cause they can’t even wipe b-tt
stuck-up and quite conceited
your one hit song, all year long at shows

everybody knows it ’cause you’re gonna repeat like re-runs
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 compet-tor, 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
prince poetry shoots powerful phrases
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’

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 styles, mc’s they just can’t get it
(these, why?)

the way i articulate my flows
(my flows)
sometimes i think i know some sh-t
some mc’s just don’t know
the quicker, i’m kickin’ the style

slippin’ and stickin’ the words h-t 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 n-gg-

with a itchy, trigger finger better bring a bigger auto hit
swing a n-gg- if you wanna get rid of me
(d-mn)
your first mistake was to consider me a new jack black
when i already knew that

so get back, step back, move back, out of my way
when i roll offbeat again
(offbeat)
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 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

- lirik lagu organized konfusion

Lirik lagu lainnya:

LIRIK YANG LAGI HITS MINGGU INI