Luyện nghe bài hát Collude/Intrude

Mr. Len, a.k.a. Space Ghost, please commence
Company Flow, perform, J-Treds,
El-P, prepare, you have five minutes
Fuck the bullshit, Time/Warner fall
Record labels will fall, the Earth crumble

[El
Enter the all city access and encounter the of these
Regionally no one relaxes,
No wonder type to crush contenders with pure chewing satisfaction
your ultraharmonic with the back of your whole mediocre faction
Sonic boom head zoom contact off
Elbowed with a vacumn pure death with closed captions
up in the willows, catch the whirling dervish
Or the dead and dumb millenium is at your
the plaque, instigate lyrics then backfile another MC
who thought cause he was dipped in blue that he could rock past-el
Got your hip-hop essence out of the Cross Colours
with technology
Ask L. Ron Hubbard to break down my
Fuckin up to the I bust insidious, Bad Touchin
to break to bumrushin
Fresh start taming this track achieves
pain crack and AZT couldn't relieve
Being I will trim the fat like Susan Powders
Disrespectin burners like cap, lickin off shots from
Play ring around the nation
The Deadhead situation, to see-saw creation
are helpless like Gadzook keep faggot like RuPaul
troop to the new sensation that whole wannabe gangster fascination
The illusion is broke, or albums mispoke
And got the El P rookie cards stuck in bicycle spoke
For those VH-1 crystalized rip flows
Let the liquid talon soak into the seam of coat
Meet the dead or alive politrick technician
Straight neck P for the deep throat dickin
I was first monkey to touch the Monolith, delinquent
Up in that crack white squaw for the weekend
and I your Battleship
in a hot zone, live to the E. Bola
Manifest brain tumors through the phone as you roam in Motorolas

All hail, J and El the rise, we got the grand prize
Foes runner up, the closest they can see it because
skills so lenient been boastin with half a flow
They handle the whole weight son, diagnosis, bullemic believe it
My line, too advanced for Pop Warner
you got cornered report, can't scramble in the clutch
But when I get down, third and inches threatenin to score
How you gonna tackle the topic when you suck at touch
We're too damn much for your defense break you down, weakens
Words bring embarassment, Captains look like third in comparison
to this too well to kick fat flow
And beat suckers up and down, Tic-Tac-Toe
Game over when I blow your mind, but then I aimed over explosive
flamethrower, serving roasted nuts
as after battle snacks you wish you wore a cup in your
So all you in this rap game, time to up the ante
What's your fancy? Big skills or small penny
Dead to latter my varsity letter, than your JV
Only play with the big boys, toys bringin that shit
Before the battle I hit em off with fat, ladies release on cassette
They were done the start
Ran for the finish got detoured from the fast by another
One holder hold ground for our town, N.Y.
For those who don't acknowledge they get ass out plumbers

Congratulations Len, you have made it
They are falling, their are retreating
The job is not over, you continue, please move forward
El P, bring out tactic evasion, start, equals now
Do not us, we're counting on you

[El
For thoughts I see hot like three males with a cot
Where the Ends and all your linear math gets diluted
when he Star Spangled, packed a brand
circular medicine and wreck-the-tangle
Fuck Time/Warner and it's affiliates, for that wannabe Big Willie shit
Leave those fancy clothes up to the
List all personal in your liner note
While I connect genuinely cuttin through these red ropes
Son grip the love spigot, that's the ticket
This platoon pop 99
While the one hit blunder rushes like city buses
I bond, resin cause for the sake of skill, lost and found
Found by DNA patterns to wish you could
Just a little around the way of my set, that's the time
the evil opus, focus on rap scrambling
Record labels to expect not reaction is bad
I a few true that make we, collusion
El P and J-Treds pentrate cranial

We do this one time so it, two of the illest and unsigned
seperate but combined, friction created a frontline a rhyming
Got you steppin, to evade us bustin caps in your thoughts
But now crossfire added to your job skills
top of resume
Submitted applyin, for positions that we occupied yesterday
but got the pink slip, on some not think shit
Requiring, brain absence reigns/rains, rapids
That trap gets full, by J and El evasion
Our infinite, punks distortin random access
Havin half words recyclin tracks like plastic, forfeit
the same script, I hope it has reinforcements, or else
it's torn to pieces our thesis is untouched
on my PC under the filename of Funcrush
Megabytes bumrush, by one punch, my keyboard
My data's the top secret that mad suckers will for
Come from the last to be cut from Dream Team
We be the ones who shine, for butt, kickin
Rarely benchwarmin down, all too often
While others barely touch rim and that's they're butt licking

Done, job done
They know who we are, they know we who they are
They will fall, are going to have to repeat
Understand, they no longer monopolize
Time/Warner will fall, I'm of you, come home