Bring It On-Organized Konfusion

Album by: Stress: The Extinction Agenda Artist by: Organized Konfusion Bring it on motherf**ker bring it on (4x) Verse one: pharoahe monch Mind chip I even be gettin more graphic than an neo geo Thirty-two bit computer chip be slipped between my lips And then Ill spit Spit it out spit it out go ahead spit out That itty bitty style you upchuck Betta believe I buttf**k mcs from the rear it appears youre stuck up Its my terminology that strike up mind and rips this beat apart You know the many styles I choose will bruise crews from the start I flow awkwardly cause awkwardly I flow thats to the rhythm Incisions are made into the brain and then I begin to give em A lobotomy, follow me Im shapin your brain.. like.. pottery All over the track Gimme the p-h gimme the a-r gimme the o-a gimme the h-e, pharoahe Crazy poison tip arrows are hittin you from all directions You cannot dodge or manage to dislodge them from the point at Which they are connecting I am se-se-selecting a ne-ne-ne-new style Live for pa-pa-pa-pile-piles of mcs who try to get bu-bu-bu-buck-buckwild Fu-fu-fu-f**k dat, when Im in a renovative state of mind Im innovative, never been afraid of rockin the microphone Im prone to be eliminating Cling when I sing a song of sixpence if it makes sense then sing along Cling along to my nuts if you got guts then bring it on Bring it on motherf**ker bring it on (8x) Verse two: prince poetry There is no equivalent one consider me the epitome of rhymes Rhythm to techs execution is parallel to them with An exception of the organisms My telepathy cannot be dismantled so stop sweatin me Advanced data now watch your greater updates so raps get trampled Fe-fi-foe steps up elevations show That Im ahead of your time specifically right behind a d**e rhyme Rippin sh*t up at prime time Im optimus prime/time material Imperial wizard of vocabularic havoc I eat mcs like cereal Thats soggy, milky skills like mister miyagi When its foggy I release globby spits Over names of rappers in the lobby as a hobby... ill! Rip your nitshit get stick quick get your crew before I do Something gory to your quite futile styles Miniature raps get waxed, simonized Into the fifth dimension of your centifugal never typical stand attention Im, mystical rip sh*t til the power blows Those chose to compete we delete em -- observe defeat Thats sending down from above to get cha hit cha split cha ditch cha Picture you, victorious Im gory plus your shits mad boring, bring it on Bring it on, bring it on, bring it on motherf**ker bring it on (2x)