Tekstovi: Organized Konfusion. Prisoners of War.

I stand here before the forces of evil with a style
The poetically God-gifted child
Bringin' forth the story of a lyrical soldier
Blessed to manifest in the eyes of the beholder

Words of wisdom never abuse the lines
They increase as I release a phrase like a Uzi 9
From the larynx, shot in repetition, words never heard before
But still the rendition of rap will enable me to attack

From dawn to dusk for liberation
Driven, I will never give in to interrogation
The rank given to me, the Pharoahe
'Cause every bro flows like a crossbow

Equipped to pierce your soul with a poison-tip arrow
Any man wearing a blindfold can be misled
But wise are the ones with the eyes in the backs of the head
Here's the key to unlock the door

Imagine a poet without poetical form
Rhymes are for sure as an attack
'Cause they adapt to combat
For the prisoners of war

I drop, smash and causin' damage equivalent
To a hydrogen bomb, raidin' villages like
A poetical soldier in Vietnam, poetry
Releasin' deadly gasses, bodies deteriorating

As they stalk past the fatal acid
As a rebel of rap, I stop, load the Luger
As I maneuver with the caution as I verbally counter attack
Striking like a mad sniper 'cause I'm the type of

Hyperactive viper to wipe away the enemy with no remedy
'Cause I'm the epitome so don't try to get rid of me
You, little itty-bitty, twenty-five automatic, you're killin' me
'Cause I'm a glock 9 that will rock your mind

Distortin' it, shorten your brainwaves
As the rhyme intertwine with the sign of the times
Don't sleep 'cause I creep attackin' from the side
That is blind, therefore I gotta be hard to the core
And I walk as a prisoner of war

Wake up to the mathematics of an erratic rap
Rejuvenator of rhyme, that sort of come automatic
Poetical medical medicine for the cerebellum
I divert 'em and flirt 'em, insert 'em then I repel 'em

A breakdown, poetical shakedown
Fifty-two, pick-up a stick-up so get on the floor facedown
The ammo to keep the people steppin'
Breakin' open the vault because I'm like a verbal assault weapon

I'm mathematical, acrobatical
Attack the wack, take rap to the maximum
You're strung out, you're hung out when you heard the style
That I brung out of faint, air must come out my mouth

Where I stick my tongue out in the atmosphere
Take a good look at what's happening here
On the microphone, I'm rappin'
Pickin' 'em, stickin' 'em up, breakin' 'em, shakin' 'em up and bashin'

The lyric dictator, the aviator of antonym
All beware to prepare for the guillotine
Rhymes go express, expert, extreme
Be up to par with wisdom and intellect

Detaching one's head directly from one's neck
Still I've been illing and drilling your brain
Like a villain I came in the darkness to spark the literature for sure
When I rhyme for the prisoners of war

There is strength in my mentalbolism, brains to spare
Upon info, knowledge, data, greater aspects
Affects my future environment, so in the event
I drop science to suit ya, uproot ya, hunt ya down

Verbally attackin' from the ground up to intellectually shoot ya
Lurkin' through the shadows of darkness, shots fired
The spark hits the trees releasin' lyrical ammo
While I camoflouge in the flash of my stature

Mentally cease MC's, that be surrounded I capture
And enemy lines are crushed, bumrushed
And plus your government officials are corrupted
'Cause they're down with us, poetical rebels on a rampage

Of wrecked dialects, blown lyric projects
Heat is scopin' you through my infrared twenty-twenty
Scope lens steppin' upon base that's when the
Organized Konfusion massacre begins with a blast

Never will an intruder approach
'Cause they will never ever last
'Cause the task is total termination
Poetry and the Pharoahe starts as the revelation