Organized Konfusion Lyrics - 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 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, 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 

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 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 competition 

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 brain cells 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 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 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' 

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 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 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