Prisoners Of War - Organized Konfusion

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 blow 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 flaw

Rhymes are for sure as an attack

'Cause they adapt to combat for the prisoners of war

I drop, smash and cause a 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 acids

As a rebel of rap, I stop

Load the Luger as I manuever with precaution

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

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

thin 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

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

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 MCs that be surrounded I capture

Enemy lines are crushed, bum-rushed

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