- prisoners of war 歌詞 Organized Konfusion
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- Organized Konfusion
- I stand here before the forces of evil with a style
The poetically
God-gifted child
Bringin forth the story of a lyrical soldier
Blessed to manifest in the eyes of the beholder
Words of wisdom never abuse the lines they increase, as
I release a phrase like a uzi 9 from the larynx
Shot in repitition, words never heard before but still the rendition of rap will enable me to attack from dawn to dusk , for liberation
Driven I will never give in to interrogation
The rank, given to me, the
Pharoahe Cause every bro flows like a crossbow
Equipped to pierce your soul with a poison-tip arrow
Any man wearing a blindfold can be misled but wise are the ones with the eyes in the backs of the head
Heres the key to unlock the door:
Imagine a poet without poetical form
Rhymes are for sure as an attack cause they adapt to combat for the prisoners of war [Prince Poetry]
I drop smash and causin damage equivalent to a hy-drogen bomb, raidin villages like a poetical soldier in
Vietnam, Poetry releasin deadly gasses, bodies deteriorating as they stalk past the fatal acid
As a rebel of rap,
I stop, load the
Luger as I manuever with the caution as
I verbally counterattack
Striking like a mad sniper cause
Im the type of hyperactive viper to wipe away the enemy with no remedy cause
Im the epitome so dont try to get rid of me
You little itty-bitty twenty-five automatic, youre killin me cause
Im a glock 9 that will rock your mind
Distortin it, shorten your brainwaves as the rhyme intertwine with the sign of the times
Dont sleep cause
I creep attackin from the side that is blind, therefore
I gotta be hard to the core
And I walk, as a prisoner of war [Pharoahe Monch]
Wake up to the mathematics of an erratic rap
Rejuvenator of rhyme, that sort of come automatic
Poetical medical medicine for the cerebellum
I divert em and flirt em insert em then
I repel em a breakdown, poetical shakedown
Fifty-two pick-up a stick-up so get on the floor facedown
The ammo to keep the people steppin breakin open the vault because
Im like a verbal assault weapon
Im mathematical, acrobatical
Attack the wack take rap to the maximum
Youre strung out youre hung out when you heard the style that
I brung out of faint air must come out my mouth where
I stick my tongue out in the at-mos-phere
Take a good look at whats happening here
On the microphone,
Im RAPPIN
Pickin-em-stickin -em up, breakin-em-shakin-em up, and bashin the lyric dictator, the aviator of antonym
All beware to prepare for the guillotine
Rhymes go express, expert, extreme
Be up to par with wisdom and intellect
Detatching ones head directly from ones neck
Still Ive been illing and drilling your brain like a villain
I came in the darkness to spark the literature for sure when
I rhyme for the prisoners of war [Prince Poetry]
There is strength in my men-tal-bolism, brains to spare upon info, knowledge, data, greater aspects affects my future environment
So in the event
I drop science to suit ya, uproot ya
Hunt ya down
Verbally attackin from the ground up to intellectually shoot ya
Lurkin through the shadows of darkness, shots fired the spark hits the trees, releasin lyrical ammo while
I camoflouge in the flash of my stature
Mentally cease
MCs, that be surrounded
I capture
And enemy lines are crushed, bumrushed
And plus your government officials are corrupted cause theyre down with us; poetical rebels on a rampage of wrecked dialects, blown lyric projects
Heat is scopin you through my infrared twenty-twenty scope lens, steppin upon base thats when the
Organized
Konfusion massacre begins with a blast
Never will an intruder approach cause they will never ever last cause the task is total termination
Poetry and the
Pharoahe starts as the revelation
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