Organized Konfusion

[Verse 1: Prince 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 F with

Don't sleep, just peep the whole damn

Concept, I'm out to wreck

Sucker MCs steppin' to me with garbage

I'm Goldilocks and I'm taxin' your porridge (Yeah)

Ooh, 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

Flauntin' your pus-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 of the g— g— gab

I'm gonna dunk on your neck just like Kareem Abdul

Yo, and it 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 that 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 quite clever like a superstition

'Cause concepts flow with the use of a

Pen, a sheet, and when brain cells meet

Brain-bustin' MCs 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 it 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 the 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 Poetry shoots powerful phrases

Interrupting your brain cells, 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

Watchin' you decomposin' MCs, 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 confusin'

[Verse 2: Pharoahe Monch]

Ayo, um, Prince (Yo), brothers try to swing on me

But I don't think they can hit it (Nah)

These styles, MCs they just can't get it (Why?)

The way I articulate my flows (My flows)

Sometimes I think I know some shit

Some MCs just don't know the

Quicker I'm kickin' the style

I'm 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 it 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 sure 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 already knew that

So get back, step back, move back out of my way

When I roll off-beat (Off-beat) 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 spillin'

Down the sewer, always knew I could do a brother

With a crew of good MCs

Or maybe even a few are stale MCs

I scatter data that'll catapult a metaphor

The epit-icle epilogue editor

Trendsetter, letters are formin' together

In the jaw inside 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 me

Red is the color when you look in to my organ-eyes

You'll see confusion

When I'm usin' a style for abusin', MCs are losin'

Quick

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