| Song | Confrontations |
| Artist | Organized Konfusion |
| Album | The Equinox |
| 作词 : Baskerville, Jamerson, Lemay | |
| Yo grip, you got your eyes fixed on me like as if a bitch | |
| Caught me in a glitch reachin at cases no beef just fish | |
| Straight pitch, what the fuck is the problem? You and your man | |
| [Pharoahe Monch] | |
| Yo move back, y'all rap niggaz take this shit too far | |
| I'm like an ox, brother my box-cutter leavin a scar | |
| All my peoples are connected | |
| That shit y'all spit on records is infected and dead | |
| You'll get injected with lead | |
| Ain't no need for me to sweat no man, my crew makes stacks | |
| You just be black and ass nigga plus your records is whack | |
| You'll get fucked up (I'll get fucked up? Nah I don't think so money..) | |
| [Prince Poetry (Pharoahe)] | |
| Violatin my 360, his niggaz started revolvin | |
| That problem needed quick solvin so we started to brawlin | |
| (Combinations of haymakers deleted all of the stallin) | |
| Callin for nobody, determined just to keep these niggaz fallin | |
| (To the big man's ribs) after a left to his jibs | |
| Him and his man transform into these six rowdy-ass kids | |
| [Pharoahe Monch] | |
| I never went since Prince struck first, bitches dispersed towards the corner | |
| Too many enemies for me to overpower | |
| I wanna at, least take one nigga down with me | |
| If I have to go out, I'm goin scrappin no doubt | |
| First nigga up to bat gets bent (bent) pinned (pinned) | |
| Immediately, up against the wall (ha) him (him) | |
| Wig pushed back, thumb to windpipe | |
| Reacts numb his whole face contorts when eyeballs contract | |
| [Chorus: Prince Poetry (Pharoahe Monch)] | |
| When shit comes down to it, no hesitation | |
| Actions speaks louder than words in all situations | |
| Do what we gotta do, set it off, let it loose | |
| Fuck it, we ready for confrontation | |
| (When shit comes down to it, no hesitation) | |
| (Actions speaks louder than words in all situations) | |
| (Do what we gotta do, set it off, let it loose) | |
| (Fuck it, self-preservation) | |
| [Prince Poetry] | |
| I can't believe these whack rap niggaz is swingin on me | |
| The dark-skinnned kid caught me in the eye now I'ma bring it to G | |
| I square him up while Chuck tries to trip him, fuck he's too fast | |
| Over the top, duck, champagne and the glass struck | |
| Now Moet's all over the floor and I'm slidin through it | |
| Pharoahe I got your back, splittin him, exposin bodily fluid | |
| From fraudulent foes, with points to prove, and no holds barred | |
| Raw dog like out in the yard | |
| [Pharoahe Monch (Prince Poetry)] | |
| I'm peepin out how their security maneuvered and selected | |
| In multiples of 3 random niggaz end the beef to be ejected | |
| Collected my thoughts, connected with members of medicine men | |
| Who explained to me that DT's got the block locked seized | |
| They wouldn't let us in | |
| Sighed, slide to the midstream, plus swallow your pride | |
| (This is the second time swine, one-time, had to spoil it) | |
| Pull the lids on the commode and drop the glocks inside the toilet | |
| If we, move swiftly, we just might make it | |
| If the opportunity arise to bounce, let's take it | |
| [Chorus] |
| zuò cí : Baskerville, Jamerson, Lemay | |
| Yo grip, you got your eyes fixed on me like as if a bitch | |
| Caught me in a glitch reachin at cases no beef just fish | |
| Straight pitch, what the fuck is the problem? You and your man | |
| Pharoahe Monch | |
| Yo move back, y' all rap niggaz take this shit too far | |
| I' m like an ox, brother my boxcutter leavin a scar | |
| All my peoples are connected | |
| That shit y' all spit on records is infected and dead | |
| You' ll get injected with lead | |
| Ain' t no need for me to sweat no man, my crew makes stacks | |
| You just be black and ass nigga plus your records is whack | |
| You' ll get fucked up I' ll get fucked up? Nah I don' t think so money.. | |
| Prince Poetry Pharoahe | |
| Violatin my 360, his niggaz started revolvin | |
| That problem needed quick solvin so we started to brawlin | |
| Combinations of haymakers deleted all of the stallin | |
| Callin for nobody, determined just to keep these niggaz fallin | |
| To the big man' s ribs after a left to his jibs | |
| Him and his man transform into these six rowdyass kids | |
| Pharoahe Monch | |
| I never went since Prince struck first, bitches dispersed towards the corner | |
| Too many enemies for me to overpower | |
| I wanna at, least take one nigga down with me | |
| If I have to go out, I' m goin scrappin no doubt | |
| First nigga up to bat gets bent bent pinned pinned | |
| Immediately, up against the wall ha him him | |
| Wig pushed back, thumb to windpipe | |
| Reacts numb his whole face contorts when eyeballs contract | |
| Chorus: Prince Poetry Pharoahe Monch | |
| When shit comes down to it, no hesitation | |
| Actions speaks louder than words in all situations | |
| Do what we gotta do, set it off, let it loose | |
| Fuck it, we ready for confrontation | |
| When shit comes down to it, no hesitation | |
| Actions speaks louder than words in all situations | |
| Do what we gotta do, set it off, let it loose | |
| Fuck it, selfpreservation | |
| Prince Poetry | |
| I can' t believe these whack rap niggaz is swingin on me | |
| The darkskinnned kid caught me in the eye now I' ma bring it to G | |
| I square him up while Chuck tries to trip him, fuck he' s too fast | |
| Over the top, duck, champagne and the glass struck | |
| Now Moet' s all over the floor and I' m slidin through it | |
| Pharoahe I got your back, splittin him, exposin bodily fluid | |
| From fraudulent foes, with points to prove, and no holds barred | |
| Raw dog like out in the yard | |
| Pharoahe Monch Prince Poetry | |
| I' m peepin out how their security maneuvered and selected | |
| In multiples of 3 random niggaz end the beef to be ejected | |
| Collected my thoughts, connected with members of medicine men | |
| Who explained to me that DT' s got the block locked seized | |
| They wouldn' t let us in | |
| Sighed, slide to the midstream, plus swallow your pride | |
| This is the second time swine, onetime, had to spoil it | |
| Pull the lids on the commode and drop the glocks inside the toilet | |
| If we, move swiftly, we just might make it | |
| If the opportunity arise to bounce, let' s take it | |
| Chorus |