Luyện nghe bài hát Collude/Intrude

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

[El
Enter the all city and encounter the likes of these
Regionally no one relaxes,
No wonder I'ma type to crush contenders with pure chewing
Pervade your ultraharmonic the back of your whole mediocre faction
Sonic boom head contact off antaxion
Elbowed with a pure death MC's with closed captions
Wind up in the willows, catch the dervish
Or the dead and dumb is at your service
Flow the plaque, instigate lyrics then backfile MC
who thought cause he was dipped in powder blue that he rock past-el
Got hip-hop essence out of the Cross Colours catalog
with technology
Ask L. Ron Hubbard to break my Scientology
up to the chest I bust insidious, Bad Touchin
Boogie to break to
Fresh start taming biofeed track achieves
pain penicilin crack and AZT couldn't
Being Sizzlean I will trim the fat like Susan
Disrespectin burners cap, lickin off shots from clocktowers
Play ring around the nation
The Deadhead situation, situated to see-saw
MC's are helpless Gadzook keep faggot like RuPaul
troop to the new sensation that whole wannabe gangster fascination
The illusion is broke, or cock albums
And got the El P rookie stuck in they bicycle spoke
For VH-1 crystalized pseudo rip flows
Let the liquid soak into the seam of your coat
Meet the dead or alive politrick technician
Straight neck capital P for the deep dickin
I was that first to touch the Monolith, delinquent
Up in that crack like white squaw for the
and I sunk your
Parked in a hot zone, to the E. Bola
Manifest brain through the phone as you roam in your Motorolas

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

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

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

We do this one so catch it, two of the illest and unsigned
Lethal seperate but combined, friction created a 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 slip, labels on some not think shit
Requiring, brain absence lobotomy reigns/rains,
trap gets full, by J and El evasion tactics
Our equations infinite, punks distortin access
Havin half words tracks like plastic, please forfeit
Flippin the same script, I it has reinforcements, or else
it's torn to while our thesis is untouched
Saved on my PC under the filename of
Megabytes bumrush, by one punch, upon my
My the top secret that mad suckers will fiend for
Come from the to be cut from Dream Team Three
We be the ones who shine, prepare for butt,
Rarely benchwarmin down, all too often
While others barely touch rim and when they're butt licking

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