Organized Konfusion - Bring It On Lyrics
Bring it on mother*****er bring it on (4x)Verse one: pharoahe monchMind chipI even be gettin more graphic than an neo geoThirty-two bit computer chip be slipped between my lipsAnd then Ill spitSpit it out spit it out go ahead spit outThat itty bitty style you upchuckBetta believe I butt***** mcs from the rear it appears youre stuck upIts my terminology that strike up mind and rips this beat apartYou know the many styles I choose will bruise crews from the startI flow awkwardly cause awkwardly I flow thats to the rhythmIncisions are made into the brain and then I begin to give emA lobotomy, follow me Im shapin your brain.. like.. potteryAll over the trackGimme the p-h gimme the a-r gimme the o-a gimme the h-e, pharoaheCrazy poison tip arrows are hittin you from all directionsYou cannot dodge or manage to dislodge them from the point atWhich they are connectingI am se-se-selecting a ne-ne-ne-new styleLive for pa-pa-pa-pile-piles of mcs who try to get bu-bu-bu-buck-buckwildFu-fu-fu-***** dat, when Im in a renovative state of mindIm innovative, never been afraid of rockin the microphoneIm prone to be eliminatingCling when I sing a song of sixpence if it makes sense then sing alongCling along to my nuts if you got guts then bring it onBring it on mother*****er bring it on (8x)Verse two: prince poetryThere is no equivalent one consider me the epitome of rhymesRhythm to techs execution is parallel to them withAn exception of the organismsMy telepathy cannot be dismantled so stop sweatin meAdvanced data now watch your greater updates so raps get trampledFe-fi-foe steps up elevations showThat Im ahead of your time specifically right behind a dope rhymeRippin shit up at prime time Im optimus prime/time materialImperial wizard of vocabularic havoc I eat mcs like cerealThats soggy, milky skills like mister miyagiWhen its foggy I release globby spitsOver names of rappers in the lobby as a hobby... ill!Rip your nitshit get stick quick get your crew before I doSomething gory to your quite futile stylesMiniature raps get waxed, simonizedInto the fifth dimension of your centifugal never typical stand attentionIm, mystical rip shit til the power blowsThose chose to compete we delete em -- observe defeatThats sending down from above to get cha hit cha split cha ditch chaPicture you, victoriousIm gory plus your shits mad boring, bring it onBring it on, bring it on, bring it on mother*****er bring it on (2x)
