Organized Konfusion - Thirteen lyrics

Rock- rock on with your bad self

Coming uh, coming uh
I'm comin' like a redneck trucker!
Watch your back screech you can't steer it
Face the bass drum, you run when you hear it
It's the most incredible rap
Individual style
Piles up like drug cases in Queens
County Criminal Court, shorty, step back
Nigga you oughta watch it
My whole herd's packin' fuck rappin'
Let's take it to the corner of the block
And battle with the TECs and the Glocks
But, if you'd like it to the stage and mic it
C'mon dere, that's how I like it, uh!
Hit me in the face, why don't ya
Prince Po will hunt ya and
Puncture your voodoo doll
Pharoahe, I'm no slave to a rhythm, I whip it
Then I take it's name
And change it's religion
Then I chop the foot off the fuckin' beat
For trying to escape the track
Now it's obsolete
That's just the state of mind
That I'm in when I

Rock- rock on with your bad self

I I used to play beats on the lunchroom table
This it really enables me to stay
Stable inside of my mind
Thus allowing me to climb and then shine
This is a process that will occur in due time
Bust, everything I thrust is activated
Styles I file are not decaffeinated
I'm rough tougher than Tonka
Why I even electrify the sky
As if I was Blanka kids follow me and my
Phillies like Willy Wonka
Silly, I assault and conquer
The cult and brainwash
And squash your little minds with rhymes
Rhymes that are rituals
So I say motherfucker
Bitch-ass and Glock to spark brain cells
Not to sell unit's, you know
They say motherfucker, bitch-ass and Glock
For the periodical table of
Contents symbol Au
Hey you, you can't deny when I bust caps
The whole block scatters
Scraps of matter shatter
Mad glass and what not
Crazy medical attention is needed to
Make a cop stop bleedin'
Then I'm proceedin' up the
Block with Prince Po, renegade
Raps shatter shows like grenades
I rip your shit like Sinead when I

Rock- rock on with your bad self

Pa pa pa power power, ugh, I got the power
Gimme a pen and a pad I'll be back in an hour
With some more fat shit, I tell ya
MC Monchichi
I'm kickin' the po' black shit now
La-Di-Da, I flip it La-Di
Live at a Mardi Gras, or even at a party
Give me Bacardi (hah) I smoke blunts
Stunts I wanna hump, chumps
I wanna pump 'em full of gunshot
I never ask the crowd to jump
I kick a rhyme
That ask-es you to use your mind
Flippin' it for the masses
Kickin' a lot of asses
The M-O-N-C-H-E, I drink forties of brew
With the crew that rolls
Deeper than the Mediterranean
Here comes the rain again!
Flowin' on my head like a memory
Now I got energy that's for the enemies
That's in the industry
Who don't wanna be friends with me
I say fuck 'em suck my dick from the back
With a crazy straw, you lazy whore
Do that shit to make a
Dick expand but whatcha did
No teeth, no hands
Moolie, what am I an asshole?

Asshole! What am I?
Ahh! Uhh! Mmm, hah!