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attica blues - tender (organized konfusion remix) lyrics

[verse 1: prince poetry]
i be the prince, mastermind of lyrical bomb threats
green beret just to take it to the next
lets, observe this worldwide, what’s the status?
lies alibis and racism is bustin at us
so i dive take cover, pull out to bust back
tight fisted rap type cat with fly sh-t on the map
one of the most ill-strious emcees livin wit’ ya
styles hoping that it’ll fit ya
sit ya down peep my intergalactic type sound
with a little common sense and some soul
while the punding of stress builds it’s time to prove
attica blues from the dept, collect mine’s cos i already paid my dues
uhh, emerging up from the organized dungeon
keeping this sh-t tender, from new york to london
plunge in mega-knowledge and dept gets swept
for lunging at a ground layer, player, now monch is bringing the drums
in, uhh

[verse 2: pharoahe monch]
who flips in to two dimensions
turning poison dipped razors
at foes, and crews who choose to not pay dues
those n-ggas that act up in my scenery, cinema
why when i’m a n-gga that’s eminent
in size like tenement buildings, plus sky scr-pers fly
but pharoe does not stick to fly paper
i, aeon fluctuate
way beyond points of vanishing, vanishing emcees
managing rhymes that are damaging sp-ce time continuums
continually i collect emcees as ornaments
in rememberance of those once defeated in rap tournaments

[samples]
[pharoe, i choose to cruise through sp-ce
spattering matter on these new attica blues tapes]

“from paper to pen, from pen to….”

- attica blues lyrics

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