ORGANIZED KONFUSION - Organized Konfusion lyrics

rate me

[Prince Poetry]

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

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

[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!