Organized Konfusion - Bring it On (Remix) lyrics

[Hook 3X: Prince Poetry] (Bring it on!!) You can set my mode to WHATEVER Or simply pay the PENALTYYY for walking this endeavor My observations on your orchid egos'll let you penetrate (We'll DEVASTATE) have you f**in fall when you fake! BRING IT ON!! [Pharoahe Monch] Even be gettin more graphic Neo-Geo, thirty-two bit computer chip Be slipped between my lips and then I'll spit! Spit it out (OUT) spit it out (OUT) go ahead spit out (OUT) That itty bitty style you upchuck Betta believe I bu*tf** MC's from the rear it appears ya stuck up! It's my termi-NOlogy that strikes the MIND and rips this BEAT apart You know the many styles I choose will bruise crews from the start I flow awk-wardly that's awk-wardly I flow that's to the rhythm Incisions are made into the brain and then I begin to give em A lobotomy, follow me! I'm shapin your br-ayi-yi-ya-in... li-li-li-li-like... pot-der-der-der-ery... (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-style For the p-pile-piles of MC's who try to get buck-buckwild F-F-F-fu*k DAT!!! when I'm in a ren-ova-tive state of mind I'm innovative, never been afraid of rockin the microphone I'm prone to be eliminating Cling when I sing a song of sixpence, if it makes sense/cents then sing along Cling along to my nuts if you got guts then bring it on (BRING IT, b*tch!!) [Hook 3X w/ angry yells in background] [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to them with an exception of the organisms My telepathy can't, be dismantled so stop sweatin me Gettin me vexed, while outdated raps get trampled FE-FI-FOE steps up elevations show That I'm ahead of your time... behind a dope rhyme Rippin sh** up at prime time I'm Optimus Prime/time material Imperial wizard, of vocabularic havoc I eat MC's like cereal! That's soggy, milky sk**s like Mister Miyagi When it's foggy I release globby spits of remains of rappers in the lobby as a hobby I'LL... rip your nit-sh*t 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 centrifugal never typical stand attention I'm, mystical rip sh** til the power blows (BLOWS!) Those chose to compete we delete em, observe defeat! That's sendin down from above to GET CHA, HIT CHA, split cha ditch cha Picture you, victorious The story is, you're boring (BRING... IT... ON!!) Bring it on [Hook 2X] BRING IT ON.....WHATEVER!! .. WE'LL DEVASTATE, HAVE YOU fu*kIN FALL WHEN YOU'RE FAKE!! BRING IT ON!!!