Confrontations-Organized Konfusion

Confrontations - Organized Konfusion [21 seconds of conversation to open the song] [Prince Poetry] Yo grip, you got your eyes fixed on me like as if a b**ch Caught me in a glitch reachin at cases no beef just fish Straight pitch, what the f**k is the problem? You and your man [Pharoahe Monch] Yo move back, y'all rap niggaz take this sh*t too far I'm like an ox, brother my box-cutter leavin a scar All my peoples are connected That sh*t 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 a** ni**a plus your records is whack You'll get f**ked up (I'll get f**ked 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-a** kids [Pharoahe Monch] I never went since Prince struck first, b**ches dispersed towards the corner Too many enemies for me to overpower I wanna at, least take one ni**a down with me If I have to go out, I'm goin scrappin no doubt First ni**a 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 sh*t 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 F**k it, we ready for confrontation (When sh*t 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) (F**k 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, f**k 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]