Organized Konfusion - Tender Verses Lyrics
First verse: prince poetryI be the prince, mastermind of lyrical bomb threatsGreen beret just to take it to the nextLets, observe this worldwide, whats the status?Lies alibis and racism is bustin at usSo I dive take cover, pull out to bust backTight fisted rap type cat with fly shit on the mapOne of the most illustrious emcees livin wit yaStyles hoping that itll fit yaSit ya down peep my intergalactic type soundWith a little common sense and some soulWhile the punding of stress builds its time to proveAttica blues from the dept, collect mines cos I already paid my duesUhh, emerging up from teh organized dungeonKeeping this shit tender, from new york to londonPlunge in mega-knowledge and dept gets sweptFor lunging at a ground layer, player, now monche is bringing the drumsIn, uhh.Second verse: pharoahe monchWho flips in to two dimensionsTurning poison dipped razorsAt foes, and crews who choose to not pay duesThose niggas that act up in my scenery, cinemaWhy when Im a nigga thats eminentIn size like tenement buildings, plus sky scrapers flyBut pharoe does not stick to fly paperI, aeon fluctuateWay beyond points of vanishing, vanishing emceesManaging rhymes that are damaging space time continuumsContinually I collect emcees as ornamentsIn rememberance of those once defeated in rap tournaments.Sample:<pharoe, I choose to cruise through spaceSpattering matter on these new attica blues tapes>Woman:From paper to pen, from pen to....(fade)
