Organized Konfusion - Prisoners Of War Lyrics
[pharoahe monch]I stand here before the forces of evil with a styleThe poetically god-gifted childBringin forth the story of a lyrical soldierBlessed to manifest in the eyes of the beholderWords of wisdom never abuse the linesThey increase, as I release a phrase like a uzi 9From the larynxShot in repitition, words never heard beforeBut still the rendition of rap will enable me to attackFrom dawn to dusk, for liberationDriven I will never give in to interrogationThe rank, given to me, the pharoaheCause every bro flows like a crossbowEquipped to pierce your soul with a poison-tip arrowAny man wearing a blindfold can be misledBut wise are the ones with the eyes in the backs of the headHeres the key to unlock the door:Imagine a poet without poetical formRhymes are for sure as an attackCause they adapt to combat for the prisoners of war[prince poetry]I drop smash and causin damage equivalentTo a hy-drogen bomb, raidin villages likeA poetical soldier in vietnam, poetryReleasin deadly gasses, bodies deterioratingAs they stalk past the fatal acidAs a rebel of rap, I stop, load the lugerAs I manuever with the caution as I verbally counterattackStriking like a mad sniper cause Im the type ofHyperactive viper to wipe away the enemy with no remedyCause Im the epitome so dont try to get rid of meYou little itty-bitty twenty-five automatic, youre killin meCause Im a glock 9 that will rock your mindDistortin it, shorten your brainwavesAs the rhyme intertwine with the sign of the timesDont sleep cause I creep attackin from the sideThat is blind, therefore I gotta be hard to the coreAnd I walk, as a prisoner of war[pharoahe monch]Wake up to the mathematics of an erratic rapRejuvenator of rhyme, that sort of come automaticPoetical medical medicine for the cerebellumI divert em and flirt em insert em then I repel emA breakdown, poetical shakedownFifty-two pick-up a stick-up so get on the floor facedownThe ammo to keep the people steppinBreakin open the vault because Im like a verbal assault weaponIm mathematical, acrobaticalAttack the wack take rap to the maximumYoure strung out youre hung out when you heard the styleThat I brung out of faint air must come out my mouthWhere I stick my tongue out in the at-mos-phereTake a good look at whats happening hereOn the microphone, Im rappinPickin-em-stickin-em up, breakin-em-shakin-em up, and bashinThe lyric dictator, the aviator of antonymAll beware to prepare for the guillotineRhymes go express, expert, extremeBe up to par with wisdom and intellectDetatching ones head directly from ones neckStill Ive been illing and drilling your brainLike a villain I came in the darkness to spark the literature for sureWhen I rhyme for the prisoners of war[prince poetry]There is strength in my men-tal-bolism, brains to spareUpon info, knowledge, data, greater aspectsAffects my future environmentSo in the event I drop science to suit ya, uproot yaHunt ya downVerbally attackin from the ground up to intellectually shoot yaLurkin through the shadows of darkness, shots firedThe spark hits the trees, releasin lyrical ammoWhile I camoflouge in the flash of my statureMentally cease mcs, that be surrounded I captureAnd enemy lines are crushed, bumrushedAnd plus your government officials are corruptedCause theyre down with us; poetical rebels on a rampageOf wrecked dialects, blown lyric projectsHeat is scopin you through my infrared twenty-twentyScope lens, steppin upon base thats when theOrganized konfusion massacre begins with a blastNever will an intruder approach cause they will never ever lastCause the task is total terminationPoetry and the pharoahe starts as the revelation
