Organized Konfusion Lyrics
| Song | Organized Konfusion |
| Artist | Organized Konfusion |
| Album | Organized Konfusion |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Monch, Poetry | |
| 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 connnnn-cept | |
| I'M OUT TO | |
| WRECK!! Sucker | |
| MC's steppin to me with garbage | |
| I'm Goldilocks and | |
| I'm, taxin your porridge (yeah!) | |
| Ooooooh, 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-GA | |
| B I'm gonna dunk on your neck just like | |
| Kareem Ab-dul, 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 comp..petition 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 braincells 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 reruns | |
| 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 POE | |
| TRY SHOOTS | |
| POWERFUL P | |
| HRASES 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 [Pharoahe Monch] | |
| 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 (these) styles, | |
| MC'S they, | |
| JUST CAN'T | |
| GET IT (why?) | |
| The way I ar-ti-cu-late 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 ahhhh-lready knew that | |
| So get back, step back, move back, out of my way when | |
| I roll offbeat (offbeat) again | |
| 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 | |
| Organized/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! |
| zuo ci : Monch, Poetry | |
| Capital Ptothe | |
| Rtothe, | |
| ItotheNtothe | |
| Cto theEtothe | |
| PtotheOtothe | |
| 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 connnnncept | |
| I' M OUT TO | |
| WRECK!! Sucker | |
| MC' s steppin to me with garbage | |
| I' m Goldilocks and | |
| I' m, taxin your porridge yeah! | |
| Ooooooh, 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 pusshead 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 | |
| GUHGUHGA | |
| B 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 tiptop of the key with the rock passed by the | |
| Pharoahe M | |
| ON, CH the chosen lyrical soldier who backs me up when punks verbally and, physically try to get over with no skills, no comp.. petition 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 braincells meet | |
| Brainbustin | |
| MC' s try to get hype but smell like doodoo cause they can' t even wipe butt | |
| Stuckup and quite conceited | |
| Your one hit song, all year long, at shows everybody knows it cause you' re gonna repeat, like reruns | |
| 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 POE | |
| TRY SHOOTS | |
| POWERFUL P | |
| HRASES 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 hiphop again, atomic, atom bomb | |
| Releasin lyrics that you better not be usin | |
| Organizin beats that you find | |
| Konfusin Pharoahe Monch | |
| 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 these styles, | |
| MC' S they, | |
| JUST CAN' T | |
| GET IT 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 ahhhhlready knew that | |
| So get back, step back, move back, out of my way when | |
| I roll offbeat offbeat again | |
| 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 | |
| TRO, 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 | |
| MONCH can do it | |
| So don' t ever despise | |
| Red is the color when you look in to my | |
| Organized eyes you' ll see | |
| Konfusion | |
| When I' m usin a style for abusin | |
| MC' s are loosin.. quick | |
| The ORG | |
| ANIZE | |
| DKONF | |
| USING will | |
| TRANSMIT! |
| zuò cí : Monch, Poetry | |
| Capital Ptothe | |
| Rtothe, | |
| ItotheNtothe | |
| Cto theEtothe | |
| PtotheOtothe | |
| 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 connnnncept | |
| I' M OUT TO | |
| WRECK!! Sucker | |
| MC' s steppin to me with garbage | |
| I' m Goldilocks and | |
| I' m, taxin your porridge yeah! | |
| Ooooooh, 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 pusshead 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 | |
| GUHGUHGA | |
| B 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 tiptop of the key with the rock passed by the | |
| Pharoahe M | |
| ON, CH the chosen lyrical soldier who backs me up when punks verbally and, physically try to get over with no skills, no comp.. petition 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 braincells meet | |
| Brainbustin | |
| MC' s try to get hype but smell like doodoo cause they can' t even wipe butt | |
| Stuckup and quite conceited | |
| Your one hit song, all year long, at shows everybody knows it cause you' re gonna repeat, like reruns | |
| 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 POE | |
| TRY SHOOTS | |
| POWERFUL P | |
| HRASES 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 hiphop again, atomic, atom bomb | |
| Releasin lyrics that you better not be usin | |
| Organizin beats that you find | |
| Konfusin Pharoahe Monch | |
| 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 these styles, | |
| MC' S they, | |
| JUST CAN' T | |
| GET IT 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 ahhhhlready knew that | |
| So get back, step back, move back, out of my way when | |
| I roll offbeat offbeat again | |
| 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 | |
| TRO, 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 | |
| MONCH can do it | |
| So don' t ever despise | |
| Red is the color when you look in to my | |
| Organized eyes you' ll see | |
| Konfusion | |
| When I' m usin a style for abusin | |
| MC' s are loosin.. quick | |
| The ORG | |
| ANIZE | |
| DKONF | |
| USING will | |
| TRANSMIT! |
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