Текст песни Organized Konfusion f O.C. - Fudge Pudge
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[Verse One: Prince Poetry]Here we go again with the funky introPeople approach me knowin I`m the Prince Po--E-T-R, Y, YES and I`m the first batterThe Pharoahe usually go first, but it don`t matter(Nah it don`t matter) Funky slices of beats like thiscomes once in a blue, but it`s not hard for me to chewSo kick off your shoes and don`t forget your socksI wash and wash them emcees like Clorox!Skills I have, good and plentyIf you want dope lyrics but still gimmicks gimmeBeats, equivalent to just something that I canFlow [flow] flow [flow] FLOAT ONnnnnnIt`s gettin breezy so kiddies`ll keep ya coat onWhen I, proceed to, light the partyIn the summer, somethin like a Mardi, GrasBikinis, panties, brasJuicin `em and I`m suckin the girls up like strawsOOPS upside ya domeI don`t answer the phone when I`m home not alone, on the boneLeave your name and your numberand a brief message at the end of the tone - BOOOP!Oooooh, and I like it; cause I`m Poetry the psychicIntellectual level would rather.. nah, nah I don`t like that.. yo scratch that (you can do better than that) one more time!Rollin lyrics, off the tip of my tongue [swing]I swing [swing], I swang [swang], I swung [swung]Bringin you the news like Kaity ChungBut I`m not a pretty oriental specimen from"Hong Kong Fooey, numba one supa guy"I love the women but I don`t try to see `emI`d rather make the money bein on the cover of E.M.Get emcees mad make them flare up nostrilsI`m Poetry the rap fanatic I get hostile!Yeah.. (hostile hostile hostile).. can I can I get a beat?Yo, Pharoahe`s up next yo, yo Monch..Kick it Monch[Verse Two: Pharoahe Monch]Pressure presssure pressure pressure pressure pressure cookerI leave the party when I mass a lot of hookersSlip and slide, I sling the sludge[fudge] fudge [pudge] pudge, but never hold a grudgeUp against the wall, I caught you with the drugs[The organism`s on the jury] guess who`s the judgeI hit the hook HEAVYReady no chitter-chatter I figure since I`m bigger why pitter-patterProuncin on particular poets who persist to portray professional punksYou`re just a pussy [MEOW] cat when I`m deckin youDisrespectin you, clever whenever I select a new dialogueOne plus one get it togetherGirls don`t despair cause I`ll be your "Fair Weather Friend," friendNo I don`t have a Benz and no I don`t have an InfinitiI figure the eight inches of MEAT, will be the remedywhen I pull up to the bumperCause I`ll be down to thump a girl like Heather HunterI tell you now you never hated (hated)The triple X when it comes to sex is what I`m ratedI tell you know that I can give good loveYes I`m the one you should love (tell us about it)So don`t try to diss Fudge PudgeCause it`s al-right, with, meKick slick rhymes out of a mouthTricky in a joust, plus I`m down with Mickey MouseC`mon everyone, lets flow to the rhythm of my tongueTo the rhythm of a drumEmcees wanna battle but they can`t get with theCapital M-O-N-C-H on the mic I get swifterThan the rest of them maybe even the bestScorin one-oh-one on a poetical testSo O.C. (C.) if you know who you areGet on the mic become a superstar[Verse Three: O.C.]The form I signify is cultivated why spread itMany many lyrics memorized inbeddedIn my think tank sharp as a shank knifeI strike the mic just as quick as a snake biteSuck out the poison, yeah go `head, try itSkills of an assassin, watch as I`ll flyThorough, doesn`t matter the borough I`m swinginClear to the end keep the party people clinginTreatin emcees like government cheeseShred `em like cheddar cut `em up cause P`slaid out on the bed while we write to the tracksHe`s so funny when it comes to the snaps {*snap, snap, snap*}Write a hardcore rhyme, that`s what the boy saidI could whip up a rhyme that could slice a boar`s headNo that`s ham, and we don`t digest thatOrganism that`s when a dog ate a ratSo fee-fi-fum everybody`s +Funky Drummin+ itWhen you hear the bassline, you`ll be hummin itI`m keepin it simple cause I can swing many waysRappers get MET, cause MET it paysIt`s a mad [mad] mad [mad] world and it`s best to never wild outGo against me and I`m, quick to pull outThe driveway by the way heyPicked up your girl cause she was goin MY WAYHand on the stick, foot on the clutchFlowin over eighty miles per hour, I`ll pull it on outtaSkid marks left on the ground like tattoosThe rubber smells badder than the doodoo on your shoesYou stink, better think wise is what I adviseCause O.C. has skills to kill a whole tribeOff, awkward, spaghetti I`ll sauce itLyrics flow like fluid out of a faucetYeahhh...[Outro - ad libs to fade]