Thirteen lyrics

Artist  : Organized Konfusion 
Song : Thirteen
 


[Pharoahe Monch]
Comin ahh comin ahh
I'm
comin like a redneck trucker!
Watch your back
*screech* you can't steer it
Face the bass;
crumb you RUN when you hear it
It's the most
incredible rap individual style
piles up like
drug cases in Queens
Country Criminal Court
shorty step back
Nigga you oughta watch it my
whole herd's packin
FUCK rappin let's take it
to the corner of the block
and battle with the
(techs) and the (glocks)
But if you would like
it to the stage and mic it
C'mon dere, that's
how I like it, UHH
Hit me in the face why
don't ya
Prince Po will hunt ya and puncture
your voodoo doll
Pharoahe, I'm no slave to a
rhythm I whip it
Then I take it's name and
change it's religion
Then I chop the foot off
the fuckin beat
for trying to escape the
track, now it's obsolete
That's just the state
of mind that I'm in when
I...

Chorus

I, I used to play beats
on the lunchroom table
This it really enables
me to stay stable inside of my MIND
Thus
allowing me to CLIMB and then SHINE
This is a
process that will occur in DUE TIME
Bust,
everything I thrust is activated
Styles I file
are not decaffinated, I'm rough
Tougher than
Tonka, why I even electrify the sky
as if I
was Blanka
Kids follow me and my Phillies like
Willy Wonka
Silly, I assault and conquer, the
cult and brainwash
and squash your little
minds with rhymes
Rhymes that are
rituals
So I say motherfucker, bitch-ass and
glock to spark brain cells
Not to sell units,
you know
They say motherfucker, bitch-ass and
glock
for the periodical table of contents
symbol AU
Hey you, you can't deny when I bust
caps the whole block scatters
Scraps of matter
shatter mad glass and what not
Crazy medical
attention is needed to make a cop stop
bleedin
Then I'm proceedin up the block with
Prince Po, renegade
Raps shatter shows like
grenades
I rip your shit like Sinead when
I...

Chorus

Pa-pa-pa power power,
AUGH, I got the power
Gimme a pen and a pad
I'll be back in an hour
with some more fat
shit, I tell your empty mind
Teachin I'm
kickin the poor black shit now
La-Di-Da, I
flip it La-Di
Live at a Mardi Gras, or even at
a party
Give me Bacardi (hah) I smoke
blunts
Stunts I wanna hump, chumps I wanna
pump em full of *BLAM*
I never ask the crowd
to "Jump"
I kick a rhyme, that ask-es you to
use your mind
Flippin it for the masses,
kickin a lot of asses
The M-O-N-C-H-E I drink,
forties of brew
with the crew that rolls deeper
than the Mediterranean
HERE COMES THE RAIN
AGAIN!
Flowin on my head like a memory, now I
got energy
That's for the enemies, that's in
the industry
who don't wanna be friends with
me, I say fuck em
Suck my dick, from the
back
with a crazy straw, you lazy whore
Do
that shit to make a dick expand but whatcha
did
No chief, no heads
Mooley, what am I an
asshole?

[Prince
Poetry]
Asshole!
What am I?... AHH! UHH!
MMM, HAH!