Organized Konfusion - Ill Collabo lyrics

[Verse One: Phantasm] Phantasm the lyrical emperor, temptin y'all With telepathic messages that I'm sendin y'all Minds I reach through scripts, I preach like Jim Jones in Guyana Hurricanes through your brains like winds in Savannah GA - Great Adventures without Six Flags My heavenly melody causes mental zig-zags Madness unfolds when I release scriptures and scrolls Tall tales of goblins and trolls Games of role playin and soul-slayin Powered from the staff of Lord like the hammer to Thor Clothed in only a robe, is a rogue A thief who steals for the chief, the Tall Man, the High Priest Imagine me and U.G. sipping from the Sea of Gallallee To wash away vanity and keep our sanity Humanity is unsafe In this lost land beyond time and space [Verse Two: Pharoahe Monch] When I'm in a - cinematography state of mind What I visualize will open the eyes of the blind Pharoahe finds ways to make criminals who think crime pays, parlay and shrink With one blink of the eye think of the guy Who most personafies hip-hop sh**, I'm synonymous with Jesus Christ In other words, the words will last forever Word, forever blessin the mic With verbs you never heard For any possible typical obstacle trap despicable My topical raps remarkable, perhaps sparkin a few Pitiful ????? to park in the back And participating (*clears throat*) poetical education [Verse Three: U.G.] Aiyo, my layer floats on air atop the mountains A sip from the mystic fountain gives me powers To run on top of flowers across the meadows With incredible speed that bursts the speedometer Conquer kilometers with three monsters The size of the Titanic, gigantic Run, panic, run frantic Run for your life, run your ice, run your watch Run in spots and rock sh**, apocalypse No stoppin this, f** poppin Cris' Non-stoppin piss on tracks, wombats Son, I'm feelin this UG, Phan, Pharoahe and Po, we be the illest What [Verse Four: Prince Poetry] Strictly catastrophic verses that cast curses The ma** purchase a blast, the last enter the surface Four semen swimmin in, careers that seems birthless Not even achievin, you heathen, you're barely breathin What is your purpose? What is the sense of competin? You're just a Ringling Brother who runs with a circus And it's only peanuts you're eating I sing an attack, bringin it back Po, quick to flip it like hustlers slingin the crack These daily scriptures project pictures Yo, I play the low like spy cameras hidden inside light fixtures I'm hot s** embedded inside the song Mobb Deep from the back in that a** crack like a thong [ Chorus: all (2X) ] Yo, it's the Phan to the -tasm (Prince to the Po) Yeah, the U to the G (and the Monch Pharoahe) The Ill Collabo will smack y'all, lyrically attack ya'll Underground sound, we comin at y'all [Verse Five: Pharoahe Monch] Aiyo, I clap, frrr, clip ( *produces sounds of something flipping through the air* ) and back flip Over walls, spot j**els and snatch sh** ( *produces smacking sound* ) smack n***as inside of their Ac viggas Pa** the mic to Phan' so he can smash these wack n***as [Phantasm] Lyrical lessons, spiritual sessions and verbal blessings, no escape from Yes, the great one has come Towns, people stand clear, Phan's near Riding through the streets like Paul Revere on a chariot's chair [Prince Poetry] Tommy Gun-Big Punnin these n***as, spit with vigor Mamis love to move to the straight Henny swigger Inspect your mental Deck, dig a hole in your neck ( *produces a smacking sound* ) smack n***as like Pharoahe said and put em in check [U.G.] Yeah, strictly menace, sippin Guinness and Henness' When I'm finished scrimmage endless Bend chicks from here to Venice Vintage, sends kids with a sentence Don't mention this, invention rips yo shhh... Like El Niño wreck sh** hectic My prick's long like Tec clips I'm the specialist, stop wettin this Yo-yo-yo-yo, U-U-U-G-G-G e-ends with a echo What [Hook]