Organized Konfusion

Organized Konfusion

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I needed a lil aural boost in the studio this week. Cue Organized Konfusion‘s seminal masterpiece ‘Prisoners of War’ from their 1991 debut. Highly cerebral yet absolutely rocking. Check Pharoah’s 2nd verse (3rd verse in total running order). The lyrics below are swiped from Triplesiccness. Fair play.

Pharoahe Monch] 
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 repitition 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 

[Prince Poetry] 
I drop smash and causin damage equivalent 
to a hy-drogen 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 manuever with the caution as I verbally counterattack 
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 

[Pharoahe Monch] 
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 at-mos-phere 
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 
Detatching 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 

[Prince Poetry] 
There is strength in my men-tal-bolism, 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