ORGANIZED KONFUSION - Tender Verses lyrics

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[First Verse: Prince Poetry]

I be the Prince, mastermind of lyrical bomb threats

green beret just to take it to the next

lets, observe this worldwide, what's the status?

lies alibis and racism is bustin at us

so I dive take cover, pull out to bust back

tight fisted rap type cat with fly shit on the map

One of the most illustrious emcees livin wit' ya

styles hoping that it'll fit ya

Sit ya down peep my intergalactic type sound

with a little common sense and some soul

while the punding of stress builds it's time to prove

Attica Blues from the Dept, collect mine's cos I already paid my dues

Uhh, emerging up from teh Organized dungeon

keeping this shit tender, from New York to London

plunge in mega-knowledge and dept gets swept

for lunging at a ground layer, player, now Monche is bringing the drums

in, uhh.

[Second Verse: Pharoahe Monch]

Who flips in to two dimensions

turning poison dipped razors

at foes, and crews who choose to NOT pay dues

those niggas that act up in my scenery, cinema

why when I'm a nigga that's eminent

in size like tenement buildings, plus sky scrapers fly

but Pharoe does not stick to fly paper

I, Aeon fluctuate

way beyond points of vanishing, vanishing emcees

managing rhymes that are damaging space time continuums

continually I collect emcees as ornaments

in rememberance of those once defeated in rap tournaments.

[Sample:]

[Woman:]

"From paper to pen, from pen to...."

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