Bring It On - Organized Konfusion

Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on!

Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on!

Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on!

Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on!

Moncha, I even be gettin' more graphic

Than a Neo-Geo thirty-two bit computer chip

Be slipped between my lips and then I’ll spit

Spit it out, spit it out, go ahead, spit it out

That itty-bitty style you upchuck

Better believe I butt-fuck MCs from the rear

It appears you’re stuck up

It’s my terminology that strikes the mind

And rips this beat apart

You know the many styles I choose

Will bruise crews from the start

I flow awkwardly, that’s awkwardly 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 brain like pottery 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 s-s-selecting a n-n-n-new style-style

For the p-pile-piles of MC’s who try to get buck-buckwild

F-F-F-Fuck that!

When I’m in a renovative 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 then sing along

Cling along to my nuts if you got guts then bring it on

Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on!

Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on!

Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on!

Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on!

Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on!

Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on!

Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on!

Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on!

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 cannot be dismantled so stop sweatin' me

Advanced data, now watch your greater updates and raps get trampled

Fee-fi-fo steps up elevations show

That I’m ahead of your time, specifically right behind a dope rhyme

Rippin' shit 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 skills 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-SHIT 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 shit 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

I’m gory plus your shit’s mad boring

Bring it on

Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on!

Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on!

Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on!

Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on!

Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on!

Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on!

Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on!

Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on!