Letras:Organized Konfusion. Bring It On.

Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on
Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on
Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on
Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on

Monch, I even be gettin' more graphic than an Neo Geo
Thirty-two bit computer chip be slipped between my lips
And then I'll spit spit it out spit it out go ahead spit out
That itty bitty style you upchuck

Betta believe I buttfuck MC's from the rear it appears you're stuck up
It's my terminology that strike up mind and rips this beat apart
You know the many styles I choose will bruise crews from the start
I flow awkwardly 'cause awkwardly I flow fast to the rhythm

Incisions are made into the brain and then I begin to give 'em
A lobotomy, follow me I'm shapin' your brain like pottery
All over the track gimme the P H gimme the A R
Gimme the O A gimme the H E, Pharoahe

Crazy poison tip arrows are hittin' you from all directions
You cannot dodge or manage to dislodge them from the point at
Which they are connecting, I am se-se-selecting
A ne-ne-new style-style for pa-pa-pile-piles of MC's
Who try to get bu-bu-bu-buck-buckwild

Fu-fu-fuck dat, when I'm in a renovative state of mind
I'm innovative, never been afraid of rockin' the microphone
I'm prone to be eliminating
Cling when I sing a song of sixpence if it makes sense then sing along
Cling along to my nuts if you got guts then bring it on

Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on
Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on
Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on
Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on

Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on
Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on
Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on
Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on

There is no equivalent one consider me the epitome of rhymes
Rhythm to techs execution is parallel to them
With an exception of the organisms
My telepathy cannot be dismantled so stop sweatin' me
Advanced data now watch your greater updates so raps get trampled
Fe-fi-foe steps up elevations show, that I'm ahead of your time