Organized Konfusion, Cairo of the ill Rahlos, Boke Rule - Late Night Action lyrics

No question we doin this shit once more
Once more

The mic strikes, the main event
There's no dull moment
They frail cause their shell
Lack one component
That's the motive of locs, big payback shit
Organizin, for your Late Night Action

I'm comin through to administer sinister
Effects funky ghetto intellects
Infrareds and the tecs cause foes envy
Look for the Remi I had it in me
Bark loud with the dogs like
Them frogs on?skinny spinday?

Gimme gimme
You sweet get licked like Yum-Yum's
Run up on your set with pumps and dum dum's
I let a nigga shine with
His glass house image
Cause everything he own is us
With percentage

Aiyyo I never sold coke
(what?) Never cut class (uhh)
Never shot heron but I smoke a little grass
Who? Clever with the math
Queens remember boom bash tricks?
When it comes to rap
Pharoahe gets up in that ass quick

We on the creep, gotta eat
On this level of next
Hold it down control the frequency
In cash and sex
Another beat, hit the street
Neat deposit the checks
Baby-girl, freak to this up
In those discotechques
When we get on people say, "Hey
Yo they ain't no joke"
But these emcees steady-schemin'
Lookin all down our throat
Organized and Ill Rahlos got
Your bubble on float
Now think about but overall
Nigga consider it broke

Premeditated combustible, skills variated
In the chamber of the cockback
Waiting to be fragnated
Just in case it's deadly the occupied skated
Then faded into a state
That made them obligated to wild

Motherfuckin mic striker
I splash with the rubber grip
Rapid fire Star Trek phaser
Ain't nuttin over here
Mickey Mouse Phantasia, get your mouth
Filled with blood
Tryin to fuckin front like Frasier

Blaze ya
Like the finest herbs imported from Asia
My laser, kinetics cuts ass like a razor
Prince the major I'm H-Bomb, ready to burst
With ambidexterous rhythms for
Your auto-reverse

Main event, mic strike
The holdin down the shit bit i'm hip
Caught the wire they were
Bringin in equipment
(Bring it On motherfucker) who the mojo
Launched from a distance
How could get grant union
Infiltrate with precision

Nigga you could get your ass slammed
Get your ass slammed
Niggas lyrics is funny like FuncoLand
But not my mens we Organized legendary
Slicin devils or bustin pushin
Bitches off the ferry

Very spectacular rap, vocabulary vernacular
Shit I'mma get the rhythm precise
That of an accurate
Splice to tape, be calibrated like a mechanic
SAY IT SON! You borough nigga
My aerodynamics is all that