Tender Verses Lyrics - Organized Konfusion

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: 

Spattering matter on these new attica blues tapes> 

Woman: 

"from paper to pen, from pen to...." 

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