Organized Konfusion

[Prince Poetry]<br>Capital P-to-the-R-to-the, I-to-the-N-to-the-C-to<br>the-E-to-the-P-to-the-O-to-the-E.. TRY harder, don`t bother<br>Prince Poetry, the man, not a myth<br>I`m not the type that you can walk up and EFF with<br>Don`t sleep, just peep the whole damn connnnn-cept<br>I`M OUT TO WRECK!! Sucker MC`s steppin to me with garbage<br>I`m Goldilocks and I`m, taxin your porridge (yeah!)<br>Ooooooh, cold but yummy<br>I slept in your bed, and your girl sucks funny<br>I`m out to bash, beats and, drop snares<br>Crush tables and smash up chairs, YEAH<br>So consider me on a rampage<br>I spread out and hit ya like a sawed off twelve gauge<br>So back up, don`t play me close<br>Most boast to be the best, but you can`t, and will never<br>ever in your life, come close to a mic, assassinator<br>I`m playin you out like Beta<br>I`m, watchin you, front<br>Flaunt your puss-head lookin just like bark<br>This is just a verbal whippin<br>for all you who don`t fall, but you keep slippin<br>Shootin the gift for the GUH-GUH-GAB<br>I`m gonna dunk on your neck just like Kareem<br>Ab-dul, yo and ain`t cool<br>So don`t let me act like a fool<br>Cause I`m takin off from the tip-top of the key<br>with the rock passed by the Pharoahe M-O-N, C-H<br>the chosen lyrical soldier who backs me up<br>when punks verbally and, physically try to get over<br>with no skills, no comp..petition<br>havin you reminiscin about a brother<br>who don`t give a DAMN about dissin<br>Black and white, clever like a superstition<br>Cause concepts flow, with the use of a<br>pen, a sheet, and when braincells meet<br>Brain-bustin MC`s try to get hype but<br>smell like doo-doo cause they can`t even wipe butt<br>Stuck-up and quite conceited<br>Your one hit song, all year long, at shows<br>everybody knows it cause you`re gonna repeat, like reruns<br>Put your iron away, cause I got three guns<br>Now that we`ve got things up and out in the open<br>and clear yo, grab a chair<br>Cause I swing with a style that`s rather ill<br>The illiterate can`t consider it legitimate so I<br>kick simplistic rhymes for the plain<br>For the peanuts, I commence to go insane<br>Shredder of a competitor, makin it better for<br>rap listeners, cause I`m headed for<br>the top of the hill where Jack can`t chill<br>Just me and Jill cause Jack has no skills<br>Now tell me why everybody wants to be a Prince<br>No skills, no sense, NONSENSE<br>I`m steppin up front, and to be quite,<br>blunt a radical creator of a poetical hypnotical mathematical<br>slang slurs punch, that stuns and amazes<br>PRINCE POETRY SHOOTS POWERFUL PHRASES<br>Interrupting your braincells, dilutin your thoughts<br>Causin side effects fully disintegratin body parts<br>Cause I stalk when I pray upon in the form of the flesh<br>Now weaken when Prince Poetry commence speakin<br>Side by side I rock with the Pharoahe<br>Watch you decomposin MC`s, and look there`s only a shadow<br>Too late, cause I`m gone, I explode<br>and I drop a hip-hop again, atomic, atom bomb<br>Releasin lyrics that you better not be usin<br>Organizin beats that you find Konfusin<br><br>[Pharoahe Monch]<br>Yeah.. here we go..<br>Aiyyo umm Prince (yo!) Brothers try to swing on me<br>nut I don`t think they can hit it (nah)<br>These (these) styles, MC`S they, JUST CAN`T GET IT (why?)<br>The way I ar-ti-cu-late my flows (my flows!)<br>Sometimes I think I know some shit<br>some MC`s just don`t know; THE<br>quicker I`m kickin the style<br>slippin and stickin the words hit quicker<br>better figure the verbs are thick in you<br>while the poetical fanatical rap acrobatical style<br>static never had any so I`m packin a black<br>automatic pistol itchy by the C.I.A.<br>By the way, my display of rhymes that I will lay<br>down on wax, distributed from a zodiac<br>Digitally, with a funky appeal<br>From the reel to reel, it doesn`t matter<br>I still got the skill to get ill<br>Straight literature when you try to hit em with your<br>WACK STYLE, the critics are sore to crack smiles<br>So back up black cause you lack the skills<br>when I ask your girl, tax your girl<br>She said she wanted it from the back so I WAXED your girl<br>So why would you try to swing, on a nigga<br>with a itchy trigger finger better bring a bigger auto<br>hit, swing a nigga if you wanna get rid of me (damn)<br>Your first mistake, was to consider me<br>a new jack black when I ahhhh-lready knew that<br>So get back, step back, move back, out of my way<br>when I roll offbeat (offbeat) again<br>Again and again and again and again and again<br>Blending the style, mending it like this<br>so that you can check it out when I flow awkwardly<br>Awkwardly I flow, yo, let`s go<br>Most don`t recollect me as T-R-O, Y<br>cause I`ma get fly, with a microphone<br>dope with a microphone, you can`t cope with a microphone<br>cause I`ma be illin, buckin off into your grill and<br>fillin your face with knuckles and watchin the blood spill in<br>down the sewer, always knew I could do a brother<br>with a crew of, good MC`s<br>Or maybe even a few are stale MC`s<br>I scatter data that`ll catapault a metaphor<br>The epitcle epilogue editor<br>Trendsetter, letters are formin together<br>in the jaw side of my mouth, I`m alphabetic<br>Call me a librarian, rhymes are scary when<br>I mix verbs and phrases and put the vocabulary in places<br>where, only the M-O-N-C-H can do it<br>So don`t ever despise<br>Red is the color when you look in to my Organized/eyes<br>you`ll see Konfusion<br>When I`m usin a style for abusin MC`s are loosin.. quick<br>The O-R-G-A-N-I-Z-E-D-K-O-N-F-U-S-I-N-G will TRANSMIT!