Organized Konfusion Lyrics

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 withDon't sleep, just peep the whole damn 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, yeahSo 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 neverEver 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 barkThis 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 KareemAbdul, 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 HThe chosen lyrical soldier who backs me up
When punks verbally and physically try to get over
With no skills, no competition
Havin' you reminiscin' about a brotherWho 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 brain cells meetBrain-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 showsEverybody 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 insaneShredder 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 skillsNow 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 mathematicalSlang 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 shadowToo 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 shit
Some MC's just don't know
The quicker, I'm kickin' the styleSlippin' 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 blackAutomatic 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 appealFrom 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 smilesSo 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 niggaWith 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 already knew thatSo 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 thisSo 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'sI 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 alphabeticCall 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 despiseRed 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