Prisoners Of War Lyrics - Organized Konfusion

I stand here before the forces of evil with a style 

The poetically God-gifted child 

Bringin' forth the story of a lyrical soldier 

Blessed to manifest in the eyes of the beholder 

Words of wisdom never abuse the lines 

They increase as I release a phrase like a Uzi 9 

From the larynx, shot in repetition, words never heard before 

But still the rendition of rap will enable me to attack 

From dawn to dusk for liberation 

Driven, I will never give in to interrogation 

The rank given to me, the Pharoahe 

'Cause every bro flows like a crossbow 

Equipped to pierce your soul with a poison-tip arrow 

Any man wearing a blindfold can be misled 

But wise are the ones with the eyes in the backs of the head 

Here's the key to unlock the door 

Imagine a poet without poetical form 

Rhymes are for sure as an attack 

'Cause they adapt to combat 

For the prisoners of war 

I drop, smash and causin' damage equivalent 

To a hydrogen bomb, raidin' villages like 

A poetical soldier in Vietnam, poetry 

Releasin' deadly gasses, bodies deteriorating 

As they stalk past the fatal acid 

As a rebel of rap, I stop, load the Luger 

As I maneuver with the caution as I verbally counter attack 

Striking like a mad sniper 'cause I'm the type of 

Hyperactive viper to wipe away the enemy with no remedy 

'Cause I'm the epitome so don't try to get rid of me 

You, little itty-bitty, twenty-five automatic, you're killin' me 

'Cause I'm a glock 9 that will rock your mind 

Distortin' it, shorten your brainwaves 

As the rhyme intertwine with the sign of the times 

Don't sleep 'cause I creep attackin' from the side 

That is blind, therefore I gotta be hard to the core 

And I walk as a prisoner of war 

Wake up to the mathematics of an erratic rap 

Rejuvenator of rhyme, that sort of come automatic 

Poetical medical medicine for the cerebellum 

I divert 'em and flirt 'em, insert 'em then I repel 'em 

A breakdown, poetical shakedown 

Fifty-two, pick-up a stick-up so get on the floor facedown 

The ammo to keep the people steppin' 

Breakin' open the vault because I'm like a verbal assault weapon 

I'm mathematical, acrobatical 

Attack the wack, take rap to the maximum 

You're strung out, you're hung out when you heard the style 

That I brung out of faint, air must come out my mouth 

Where I stick my tongue out in the atmosphere 

Take a good look at what's happening here 

On the microphone, I'm rappin' 

Pickin' 'em, stickin' 'em up, breakin' 'em, shakin' 'em up and bashin' 

The lyric dictator, the aviator of antonym 

All beware to prepare for the guillotine 

Rhymes go express, expert, extreme 

Be up to par with wisdom and intellect 

Detaching one's head directly from one's neck 

Still I've been illing and drilling your brain 

Like a villain I came in the darkness to spark the literature for sure 

When I rhyme for the prisoners of war 

There is strength in my mentalbolism, brains to spare 

Upon info, knowledge, data, greater aspects 

Affects my future environment, so in the event 

I drop science to suit ya, uproot ya, hunt ya down 

Verbally attackin' from the ground up to intellectually shoot ya 

Lurkin' through the shadows of darkness, shots fired 

The spark hits the trees releasin' lyrical ammo 

While I camoflouge in the flash of my stature 

Mentally cease MC's, that be surrounded I capture 

And enemy lines are crushed, bumrushed 

And plus your government officials are corrupted 

'Cause they're down with us, poetical rebels on a rampage 

Of wrecked dialects, blown lyric projects 

Heat is scopin' you through my infrared twenty-twenty 

Scope lens steppin' upon base that's when the 

Organized Konfusion massacre begins with a blast 

Never will an intruder approach 

'Cause they will never ever last 

'Cause the task is total termination 

Poetry and the Pharoahe starts as the revelation